Item 04: G. O. Hawkins letters to his family, 2 January 1915-November 1917 - Page 140
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Crushed in the grass on which we sit and recline
Immediately at rear of the hedge is a small wood of oaks and ash cool with green shade
Above is the sky of a pure and perfect blue
White summer clouds are like snowy continents
[following text crossed out] in the blue
And island in the blue
Doubtful isthmuses of cloudy rust join many of these
The sun is like a golden ship sending forth rich warmth of light to all the floating lands
The kahki of the soldiers uniforms has just that tinge of green in it to make a pleasing harmony with surrounding shades A small watch glistens here and there on a brown wrist
Red brown faces in shade of slough hats give the strongest note of color
Grey hair shows up on the head of one man who has thrown of his hat
Little skirls of smoke rise and pass from the pipes and cigarettes of the men
One man has gone to sleep
The officer has been lecturing on trench warefare in France While taking note of the scene before me I am listening
One part of the lecture is distinct in my ears. Advice to the men in taking prisoners, bring back only the number