Item 01: Malcolm Shore Stanley correspondence, 8 December 1916-28 October 1918 - Page 158
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[Page 158]
17.11.17
France
My dear Mother
Just a few line, we are back again to the land of flahses & flares & strange it seems we are back in a part I know fairly well in fact my first experience under fire was about two miles nearer the coast, on the left is a famous ridge crowned by a much battered town, we see it as we go out to the trenches, really the landscape is beautiful & I quite enjoy the walk. So far old Fritz has ignored our presence & except for the heavy dull rumble of artillery you could hardly know there was a war on. It's not too bad and certainly its a quiet home compared with our last shows farther up the line (viz, further north). My goodness we can now appreciate what it means to be in the throes of war, here there's simply "nothing doin".
Yesterday I paid my first visit up the trenches they are quite interesting as far as trenches go & illustrate fairly well the various phases of camp trench life, the walk from here is about 3 miles.
We are living in dugouts on the crest of a hill, they are comfortable too. We have a little fire & the room soon becomes nice & warm, a few yds away is the mess so our dugout is only used for writing & sleeping.
As soon as things get moving we will only go up every other day, so you see we are not overworked. There are some rumours that after a few weeks "in" we go back for a month. I guess that with the spring we will see some solid work here.
Oh I was going to tell you it