L/c White my assistant draughtsman arrives back from hospital. Enemy shelling the road where we walk on to dugouts. One shell bursts on opposite side of a wall where I take cover. Am covered in brick and chalk dust but escape with only a shock. Another bursts over my head higher up the road. Bullets are whizzing past in fine style.
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