Item 01: Frank Valentine Weir letter diary, 19 December 1914-31 December 1915 - Page 311

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November, 1915
Saturday 20
Mail day outwards & I hear one in. you are very good little Mother writing to me so regularly & I do hope you take that little trip to the Murrumbidgee it would be like old times One had happy days on M'gong Poor "Thirley" that packed our Mail up has just been shot, they are grand animals & I have learnt to love both Donks & Mules. They feed & water us in return for us feeding & watering them: everything is packed - A few Turks give themselves up each day, they are unkept rough looking soldiers, with black coal bags for Blankets in many cases.

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