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June 7 Friday
Pulpit of Truth, and from the lips of one of your own Chaplains, and knowing little of your beautiful language it behoves me to keep silent, but if I gave no utterance to my thoughts as this impressive ceremony is nearing its conclusion, I would fail in the fulfilment of a triple duty which my conscience dictates to me. That of prayer; that of gratefulness; that of Admiration.
Duty of prayer for your [indecipherable] dead resting in peace in my land of Picardy and on the borders of the Somme.

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