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November, 1915
Tuesday 23
An odd man drops off now & then but as I was told many years ago by the Chinaman Gardener at Clare, when I asked him in my ignorance if a certain horse was quiet "I no know, what matter? "plenty young feller" – I have now been back nearly five weeks, & am as fit as a fiddle but after a year of active service one begins to speculate as to the end of the war things end some day & so we [indecipherable] have to see it out [indecipherable] We are [indecipherable] Imbros Isle [indecipherable]

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