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Saturday 7 April 1917


Clive Weston is my Quarter-master Sergeant it is hard to keep him sober & the day will come when he will be broken. I have wet-nursed him for his family's sake. The old REG. arrived here. Enemy bombed our arrival.

Left the sand & the Desert. Country here good. Barley crops & wild RYE, CROWFOOT, OAT GRASS LAMBS TONGUE, MUSTARD, COUCH GRASS, & VETCHES, with QUAIL among it.

Enemy here. He occupied SHELLAL & we shall fight him 3 days or so, so it is rumoured. Flowers everywhere, fields of POPPIES, DAISYS, etc. it is springtime here. I reckon good sheep proposition or Meat country.

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