Item 01: Alan Keats Gordon letters to Nellie Clark, 18 August 1914-30 August 1916 - Page 220
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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