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to the Road to the amblance. over the hell came some Germen presners with a French oficer and they took me to the Road. it were all they could do. were to stand up under me goeing Down the hell. they had me over thir heads. and I thought that I would Roal of. a shell ar two came close to us. But they made the Road. I seen the artillery were Hobe to [[strikethrough]] h [[/strikethrough]] Hobe and all at work. I were shoved in the amblance with 5 others made 6 [[inserted]] in [[/inserted]] all and shells foloed us ontell we got to the feel Hospitel. when I got there it were all I could do. to tell them ho I [[strikethrough]] w[[?]] [[/strikethrough]] were. so I pointed to my shirt I had riten down like this 101127 Horace Pippin Co. K. 369. iNF, I new no more. on , tell I were token to the table to see what were Rong with me. they

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gave me some dop and that did put [[strike through]] [[illegible]] [[/strikethrough]] me a way for good. I cant say how [[strikethrough]] [[illegible]] [[/strikethrough]] long I were in it. after I came out of it I were not there long. they took me to a nother hospitel Bace 1 in leeon.[[strikethrough]] [[illegible]] [[/strikethrough]]
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