One Young Man - The simple and true story of a clerk who enlisted in 1914, who fought on the western front for nearly two years, was severely wounded at the battle of the Somme, and is now on his way back to his desk. by Unknown
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perhaps gives this comfort, but of course I know that it
does not rest with me--unless of course by negligence. "Will you include, please, two fat candles as you sent before." _June 16th, 1915._ "MY DEAREST MOTHER, "Just a short note in reply to yours received this morning. I am still as per usual. Depends on how much sleep I get as to how I feel. As I was able last night to get to bed before 3 o'clock, and slept on to 10 o'clock this morning, I am A1. "We got drenched the night before last--every one soaked to the skin. We came out of the trench, and as there were no huts or dug-outs ready for us, we had to stand out in the rain for over an hour when we arrived at our destination. As the weather changed next day we managed to dry our things. It was a funny sight to see chaps walking about in pants, and some with sandbags for trousers. "It is rumoured we are leaving here to go ----, but being a rumour it won't come true. However, I shouldn't mind a change. We are all fed up with this spot. THE ALCOVE DUG-OUT, _July 8th, 1915._ |
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