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dark and raining, when about 10PM Fritz got busy, he sent scores of high velocity H.E. shells over and kept it up all night, the Pal who was with me in the dugout, went for a stroll, I stopped in, and swore if they wanted to get me out, theyd have to blow me out, they didn't, but they went darn close. nice sensation lying in a dugout full of mud bitterly cold and hats all over you, the tin above you leaking, and only capable of stopping snowballs, its bad enough when its quiet but when he starts

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