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steady stream of shells & shrap he throws about 100 at us & I admit I thought my name was “Kapsoo”. feel the heat of some & get some fine old knocks with flying dirt, quite a lot of small stuff hit me. One shell he sent fell onto a big heap of his own whizz-band shells we had taken from him & the live shell igniting the wicker caskets the shells were piled in. Sergt Griffiths grabs a gasoline can of tea or water & poured it onto the burning caskets, if the shells had gone off I self would of be soaring upwards for a week. It was a very trying afternoon for us all & I am glad I was not nervous, of course I was scared & d- scared.

Sat Oct 14. Feel better after a good sleep. first nights sleep in four nights. No mail to leave here until after the drive by our division. 26 dead Hueues in a dugout on the Sunken Rd. a terrible stink. A shell blew up a dead Fritz in the bank above