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[Printed]  Friday, 6 December 1918

Rain & mud & slush. The cultivated ground turned into a bog. Horses standing up to their hocks in mud. Several bivouacs under water. Some chaps sleeping on mud.

Whole camp a quagmire. Rainy season has set in in earnest.

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