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a tin of maconochie rations. The kids are always in a ragged condition and look underfed so I can quite imagine Dagos not wishing to return to their beloved? Italy. Gee! I'll be glad when we are on the boat and away from the smelly land of dark skinned, greasy Dagos.
At 2.30pm we reached to Taranto. The last lap is over, but seeing the way we are shunting etc I guess we'll be here till morning. I won't attempt any description of Taranto for it is too dirty to waste time on – we continued

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