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6.2.18
Flanders

My dear Florrie

Walked up the lines today & had quite a good time, old Fritz wasn't half so kind as yesterday, the day was quite clear. We enter the trenches about 1¾ miles from the front line, you know you can easily lose yourself in the trenches, they run this way & that way they form quite a maze.  Here the sides have fallen in,  there a shell has blown them in, here we go under a road there under a railway, here we go into a hollow, there we come on to a ridge & look right out into Fritzie country, here you have to keep your head down & so on. A working party was working contentedly on the surface, right in rear, suddenly old Fritz sends over a round of schrapnel, but that doesn't affect them much except for a general grab for gas helmets but over come shell after shell, we hear them asking for stretcher bearers, the report of the gun we hear before the shell reaches us & as we walk​​

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