Item 01: Oliver Hogue letters, November 1914-29 December 1915 - Page 141
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sauntered dreamily (except Shrapnel - she gambolled & pirouetted) across one danger zone spot & a few seconds later a large high explosive landed there and tore a great crater in the ground big enough to bury the asses. Our fellows are now starting to follow the donkeys around for safety's sake. Asses!
Reverting to the savoury topic of the rum issue, Do you remember the little mouse who mopped up all the whisky off the floor & then staggered to the wall, stood up uncertainly & exclaimed " bring out your (hic) damned old Tom Cat'. Well, one of our chaps who used to run a Band of Hope with much fervour & no small success was prevailed upon (like Timothy for his stomachs sake) to take a little rum. When the fiery fluid had percolated properly, he grabbed his rifle, fixed his bayonet stood up in the firing posy & exclaimed dramatically " Now bring out your -------". A bullet through his hat cut short his fiery declamation: Some silly fool has started the war again. It was