Letters to Mrs R. H. Caldwell, from her son Robert Douglas Caldwell and other soldiers, 1917-1919 - Page 122

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so rotten but I am writing lay on my stomach in my bunk which is very narrow & very low. We are living in one of Fritzs huge underground houses a place large enough to hold hundreds of men & it is deep down under the ground, the dugouts & pill boxes he makes are wonderful, no end of work & trouble

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