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Tuesday, 2 January 1917

Big Khamsin last night & sand dunes are formed & others blown away.
Some Scotchmen I knew in the King's own Scottish Borderers came over & gave me a bottle of Whiskey for New Year celebrations. We sat on the edge of our bunkers and drank it with sand. Sand better than mud tho'.

[This paragraph crossed through.] I note dear old Day is sending me new Bed Soks – I am still wearing the ones she made me last year, quite good. Big mail in – Letters from Mother, Joe & Day., redirected from England & also one to catch me here. Many people wrote, some sent Xmas cards!! a silly idea, to a man in the Desert in the Wet. I hope Mother you will go to Melbourne soon & get out of the heat, with Day.

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