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In the Trenches
2nd Aug 1915
My dear Babs
It's ages since I've written to you I don't think I answered your letter of 13th May, you've no idea how hard it is for me to sit down to write a letter, I don't seem to be able to set my mind to the job at all one never seems to have anything much to write about for a start & then again one always seems to want to sleep & sometimes we do not get any at night, so consequently, all ones spare time in the day is taken up trying to get a bit of rest. I've not been feeling too well the last few days & I put it down to being too long in the trenches & sleeping in a damp dug out.
This trench warfare is a weary sort of game & one spends most of one's time dodging shells & an occasional bomb, otherwise there is not very much excitement. Mr Turk took a very nasty turn of mind a few days ago & proceeded to throw a few 11 inch shells over into us – these brutes weight considerably over ½ a ton & make a devil of a splash in the ground, when they go off. On several occasions I've seen big shells burst apparently right among a crowd of men & hurt no one at all – one came a few mornings ago destroyed my breakfast whilst it was being cooked, but luckily did not touch the cook, who was standing quite close. Quite the most demoralising thing I have yet come across