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a lucky cuss?'   he exclaimed as he puffed away on the smoke. "Why" demanded the quartermaster? 'Well' the wounded soldier answered "If I hadnt got that shell in the leg I wouldnt have got that rum & this cigarette'.

Its so nice & quiet & peaceful here this morning . The Aegean Sea is like a sheet of glass - trite but true. All along the line there is a lull. Seems as 'ow' each side is having a 'breather said one of our  troopers. (As a matter of fact there is hardly a trooper in the whole of our brigade that would say 'ow' & 'avin a breather' or anything like that. The are all educated above the average, but a little of that stuff looks well in print 'apt illiterations artful aid')

Returning to the interesting tale of the donks. Pa Donk & Ma Donk & little Shrapnel are all doing very well thank you Mrs [indecipherable]. In the preliminary stages of the Big Scrap the enemys bombardment was terrific. It is estimated by an artilleryman that over 500 shells of all calibres fell on our brigades lines  alone. Talk about marvellous escapes!!!. (Thats where you hold your breath & exclaim Prodigious like Dominie Samson). Well little Ollie for fear of causing undue anxiety to the old folks at home kept well under cover except when he really had to bolt round. But would you believe it to my utter amazement these silly donkeys meandered up & down Shell green  taking not the slightest notice of the shells & bullets. It was simply uncanny to see how the shells missed them. Once they

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