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us Fritz was having no picnic either. Every now and again a "whiz plop just over or outside the trench told us it was not safe to venture outside the trench for flying peices.

About 7 pm just getting dark the Sergt came & told 10 of us we were wanted for fatigue to the Ration Dump about 400 yds to the right to carry over shovels & picks and rations. To get there and back we had to leave the trench & walk overland as it was impossible to keep to a trench in which men are living.

The shelling was now very heavy on both sides, & in Flers especially the red Dust of Bricks and the black smoke of the shells hung like a big cloud over the Town. Every here & there on the way to the Dump, one could see shapes lying in all positions. Both our own men & Fritzies, lying just as they had fallen.

There was a New Zealander with his Rifle in his

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