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is blowing through the sap, and added to this vermin are crawling all over us. The constant spray of bullets from the enemy rifles & machine guns has loosened the earth above our heads which had covered the bodies of our own men & the Turks who had been buried there, causing a fearful stench to arise, and in some places the foot or leg of a dead Turk protruded from the bank above our heads. The trenches here on Walkers Ridge are situated on top of a cliff, with only a narrow winding path down to the sea for exit. If by any chance the enemy succeed in driving us out, we would be decimated in retiring down such a steep narrow way.

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