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this weather mud all over them and in some places if you get wounded its certain death because you have no hope of ever getting out of the mud. We are just about 12 miles from the line at Delville Wood and Fritz shells it fairly heavily, we came in last nigh and as I was lying shivering in my muddy blanket I heard my name called. I got up swearing thinking it was a fatigue or the line down again but not on your life it was leave, I go

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