Two months later, all that was knocked out of you. Blanko. Fatigues. March, march march. Orders. Being bawled out by Sergeant Major Grant. Then at the new year, when you’d marched up and down half of France and having had been there for months on end, and stuck for all those dreadful weeks in First […]
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