Item 06: Sydney B. Young war diary, 2 February-1 September 1918 - Page 43

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[Page 43]

10th At present I am like the lily. "I toil not, neither do I spin" unless it is a few somersaults into a convenient shellhole when Fritz begins his fireworks display.
At times blighties are flying about like little wasps, but thank goodness they cannot penetrate 6 ft of earth.                               Often during the day you see blighties are hobbling out and others being carried.

16th Last night our Little Grey home nearly went

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