Letters to Mrs R. H. Caldwell, from her son Robert Douglas Caldwell and other soldiers, 1917-1919 - Page 105

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along through the snow, someone is constantly falling down with a curse, it is very easy to do one only has to step on to a hidden shell hole which which are all covered with ice & away go the feet & one lobs on his back. I have just had my rum issue, my word it warms

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