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We went to the right men & put our hands into our right pockets and a few franks the poorer went in & saw the wonders of Picardy.

For the whole day we wandered about the city, seeing what was to be seen, & admiring with opened eyes the scenes of a once beautiful France. I am sitting on a bank beside the River Somme to write this, the ful fledge of spring has covered all. For miles & miles on all sides, as far as the eye can reach the ground has been trodden by nailed feet, but now I must go back to the train to return to our little wet homes.

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