Item 02: Thomas Alcock war narrative, 28 July 1915-1917 - Page 87

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not like it at all having to turn out in the middle of the night. However we took our blankets and wrapped it round and round us, by degrees becoming inured to the watch.

Towards the end of the march I started to feel the effects in the feet. As a matter of fact I broke nails of my big toes and the old nail can still be seen on the right foot (needless to say the same cannot be said of the left).

It was a place called Mud Hill near Bazentin that met my brother Syd. How pleased we were at the meeting! We kissed each other, I obtained permission from the Sergeant of the platoon, name of Coughlan, and he

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