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without a break.  There were eight of us in each carriage so you can imagine, how much sleep we got.  I slept, or rather tried to, on the floor, but every now & then someone would let his foot slip off the seats, & the it would either land on my face, chest, or lower.  We landed here, at 3.30 A.M. & were bundled out in the could cold & marched about ten, or twelve miles, over cobble roads.  It was the hardest march I have ever done, & it jolly nearly killed me.  Ive not recovered from it yet.  We are close to the firing line, & can hear the continuous roar of big guns night, & day.  It probably will not be long, before we get right into the game.  We are billeted on farms, & my platoon is in a big barn with plenty of straw.  It is the best, & the softest bed we've slept on for a long, long time.  It is bitterly cold, & very much like rain at present.  We got another blanket issued out to us tonight, & we need it.  This is where the muffler, & mitts, come in.  We have to cook

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