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along and bury it" "Youse Orstrilians are allus mighty smart arnt yuz" I went down to the [indecipherable] tent then to get the rash painted, an orderly was sitting on his hip Pocket. I showed him my paper "That jar over there and heres a piece of bandage, do it yourself" "Thanks" I said "Awful war isnt it" "That jar" had a concoction like treacle in cold weather in it, but I smeared some on me and got out. Im going to get out for keeps as soon as I can I think that damned vapour got into my

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