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9 March 1918 Saturday
Every gun we have bombarded the Turks & we watched the Tommies take Pear Hill- At noon we joined in & did our share, killing a few & riding over some desperate country. My horse fell & broke an iron, Outpost tonight the Turks put up a better scrap than expected & we have to fight again - tomorrow- Our rations can only come on Pack Horses also horsefeed- aeroplanes help us & the air is full of High Explosives-
Good patches of feed & plenty of partridges to be seen

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