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weary, hungry and cold and a battle staring us in the face. With the prospect of ultimate victory staring us in the face moved farther from our grasp than ever. We did not know that Foch with his Magic Wand was waiting, unperturbed, contemptuous of the mad enemy on rushes, for a favourable moment to wave his Wand and annihilate or entrap the victory-intoxicated tyrants. But it has happened. Yet I believe that had we known, the British Army generally and the Aussies in particular could hardly have gone into action with better heart than they did.
20th We left Sains this morning

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