Item 05: E. J. Martin diary, 3 February-2 May 1917 - Page 83
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[Page 83]
furious blast; all the time we were negotiating the pools of water & the shell holes. Two or three young fellows who couldn't keep up wailed "Don't leave your cobbers". I noticed they were the most selfish fellows in the company - the sort of men who carry out the old army gag "Blank you; I'm all right, Jack". It always is the way with the men who believe in the Gospel 9 to 1; they are the first to squeal when in trouble. I tumbled into a shell hole with a comrade, the shrapnel meanwhile spreading about fast & furious.
"Where's my tin hat", shrieked my mate, holding
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