Item 04: G. O. Hawkins letters to his family, 2 January 1915-November 1917 - Page 106
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[Page 106]
7
All shadows, all shapes are doubled. The heavy darkness of the narrow street now flows with thickened gloom
Now echoes and reverberates with rumble
Our passing stream asks of the other
"Going out"
Comes the reply "yes"
"Who are you?"
"The twenty fifth"
"Whats it like?"
"A___!"
"As bad as the Somme?"
"No, not so much bombardment, but the winniewerfers are rotten. And the ringing crook"
"No lad", comes a firm clear voice "Its a picnic to the Somme" "But the ringing is a bit bad" cries shrill voice as though a lad were speaking back over his shoulder.
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