Item 01: John Duncan McRae diary, 5 October-11 December 1917 - Page 108
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[Page 108]
to bring sweet memories to us and those in Australia owe a great debt to them for the way in which they are treating their loved ones.
Dec 10 Fifth Sunday at Sea.
Durban is only a memory now, and once more we are tossing on the deep blue sea, and waiting expectantly for the next port of call, which is Cape Town & which we will most likely reach some time tomorrow morning.
Occasionally we hear echoes of our black brothers of Durban in the form of an imitation by the boys of their drone songs. The lads can imitate them real well and when about thirty of them start
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