Item 01: Malcolm Shore Stanley correspondence, 8 December 1916-28 October 1918 - Page 153
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of timber that size, took out bits of steel as I made it.
Today I had a 60 kilometer ride on the motor bike to a forest well in rear, the roads were muddy & greasy but I enjoyed a good time.
My old chum Les Rooney is off back to Australia had a letter from him today.
Mrs Hubert Hirst sent me some parkin it was bonser, a good big box of it, they are awfully kind. I have whips of warm togs & all I want in that line are stockings wth long legs & big feet - to draw over the top of another pair.
I have the job you know censoring the letters of my section, it is a rotten kaper but it has to be done, usually the chaps are extremely brief & genuinely remark that they cannot find anything to write about, usually "theres nothing doing", although they may have had a warm time. We have a section cook who of course never goes into the lines, he's away back anything up to 6 miles - listen to his tale really it makes me laugh - he's writing to his relatives.
"Just a few lines to let you know that I am still in the land of the living & thank the Lord for that, as we were very lucky at that last push across the border (he never went nearer than 6 miles) & we have just come out of the lines again for a spell & to get reinforced as I am sorry to say we had a terrible lot of casualtied (we had 4 slightly wounded in my section) although we gave him particular hell (Oh! I'm shocked) and got our objectives the first time but the second push I am sorry to say was "napoo" (we are grateful to you my dear cook for this information). Well brother for humanity sake don't you think it is about time the nuts (I wonder if he means Lloyd George) took a tumble to themselves (don't know how they are going to perform this feat) & brought the war to a finish as it is as