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Gallipoli 12.9.15

My dear little Jean:-
I suppose that I ought to be out in front cleaving the Turks head & sniping & bombing & a lot  of other interesting things.  But just for luck I'm sitting in my little dugout in the hill & writing love letters to you.

Had quite a  novel experience the other night.   A stray bullet from Quinns Post zipped through the roof  of my dugout, graciously missed my thick head by 2 ½  inches, pinged through my tobacco tin, penetrated a box, and finishing up its entertaining career in a sandbag.   If I think of it I will  ferret it out when we move  & put it on a gold chain & make a bracelet trinket for ....? Oh, I suppose you'll want it.

Thats the second bullet in my dugout & I've also had welcome visits by 2 pieces of shrapnel shell. All of which goes to prove that little Ollie has a charming,  I mean charmed life (It has been hinted that  I am being reserved for hanging).  

As Ive remarked in letters to other & less distinguished members of the family, the mail has at last arrived. When I tell you that I have received no fewer than 300 (liar) (run away you little boys) I mean 30 letters you will understand that it is no small task to churn out replies to all of them.   As I've received 2 letters from you I will write in return two - sides of this paper. You must not be greedy. The various

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