Item 05: M.C. Evans war diary, 16 June-8 November 1917 - Page 35
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[Page 35]
I am beginning to long for home & a quiet life intensely now. It takes the form of a vision of myself, seated in a comfortable chair, knocking out my pipe into a good fire.
Horses can show marvellous intelligence at times. Last year, par example, we were chasing the Turk on the 5th August after his abortive attack on Romani & about 10 am we halted for breakfast.
Now for a slight digression on the subject of our W.O. or Serg. Major. (It is full
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