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in the mud & rain when fritz masses his countless hords against us. Often they come under heavy shellfire and when the Company straggles home to its billets after a day's work there are some who never come back.

Friday, 10th May
This evening after tea I wandered along by the river for a few minutes – the little river that winds through the village. It was beautifully quiet & peaceful strolling along the narrow path by the river spanned by a couple of stone, ivy-covered old bridges. The tall trees & thick masses of undergrowth are now bright green – and such shades of green! On my right were two pretty little meadows. The first looked ideal for a game of cricket or something but the second was rendered hideous by a

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