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started firing every gun he could bring to bear to cover a tremendous counter attack. The air was practically full of flying iron, there was no space between the shells bursting, as soon as one had burst another took its place.
At about 5 a.m. it reached its worst & our Coy. was losing one gun after another. At 5.30 I stood up for a minute to have a look at the position & was just sitting back when a fragment of shell struck my "tin 'at" punched a hole in it & then stuck into my head where it is at present.

Tues. 15th
Made my way to Coy. H.Q. & reported to my officer, then went to the dressing Stn., after seeing the Doctor went back to H.Q. & had a drop of whiskey which I was very much in need of.

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