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minutes. However to come back to the trenches. Having excavated a foot or so we would suddenly find that the trenc side would not hold and ½ cwt of sand would suddenly dislodge itself. and we would Excavating Extrication ourselves and swearing mildly at the sand trickling into our boots we would resume operations. It was wonderful how often long it took to get rid of that sand and how much seemed to be constantly trickling down. Our hair was getting gritty with the dust, it stopped
up our olfactory passages and settled in our acoustic organs like sno in duffs. we were just beginning to feel a bit fed up of the game when came the welcome order for the next relief to fall in. Then we marched out and lay down on the sand. I fell into a deep and dreamy reverie. Never mind about a close analysis of all this. It seemed to me that I had only been revering for about 5 months minutes when 1st relief fall in sounded with brutal and convincing star clearness. I sat up. Could it be. Yes, it was; the others were already half way down to the trenches and the sergeant hurried my lagging footsteps. Somehow there seemed to be a blank or a void somewhere. I felt injured and as though I had been done out of something. When I got into the trench it seemed about 3 inches lower and more sand had fallen in. I sat disconsolately on the against the side to review the situation and immediately my feet became immersed. I stood up again and the force of the movement impetus brought down another avalanche and left a big [indecipherable] in the side of the trench. Then I