Item 01: Frank Hurley war diary, 21 August-28 October 1917 - Page 133
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[Page 133]
a heavy barrage of 5.9s were coming over at the time, so that I had a devilish tight time for an hour or so. Then the six & a ½ miles tramp back through the slush & mud to Ypres, where the car has to be left just about beat me. Soaked through & mud to the thighs, I fervently thanked God when I was aboard the Ford & bound back for Steenvorde.
12th October. Battle of
Last night I found a letter awaiting me from Capt Bean, telling me of another battle which is to come off tomorrow. Our objective is Poelcapelle: about 800 yards advance. God knows how those red tabbed blighters at headquarters (60 miles from the front) expect our men to gain such a strong position when they have to drag them-
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