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3 Dec, 1916
Who would ever think of to day being Sunday  €“ At this time in the cities the church bells will be chiming, calling the folk to evening service; but here however its as any other day. the strains of 'Yip [i?] Yaddy are wafted along in squeaky [jumpiness?] from an old accordian in A Squadron whiled own nearer some one is singing "In the gloamin". I was on out post last night, it was cold, Im glad we got issued with a extra blanket to day also a cardigan jacket each

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