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As I sit here writing the islovely green grass tangled with pretty flowers & clover is well over my knees & nearly reaches to my head, I am sitting behind a hedge & right in front of me is a nice little road, & about 600 yards away are the German trenches where men are waiting to kill one another What a farce Christianity" seems when we have come to this, I reckon we are as bad as any race of blacks, for all our religion & learning.
The aeroplane's are flying all over the place this morning, & the air is full of the purring sound of their engines as they rush about sometimes climbing sometimes doing a spiral descent as the gunners get their range, & now & again they vary this with a steeply banked turn which almost throws

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