Item 05: M.C. Evans war diary, 16 June-8 November 1917 - Page 41
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[Page 41]
on the timorons, like Eblis incarnate, stood a huge Sudanese Bash Ryce or native Sgt Major, naked like his brethren.
Such a varied assortment of moths flies & wogs are fluttering around by humble candle that it is impossible to write.
I will make a cup of tea & so to bed.
July 10th
Quite a miniature tragedy has occurred. I have lost Ahmed from amongst the number of my Black Command. He was a genial youth with a wall eye
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