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[[preprinted]]Tuesday, July 13, 1909[[/preprinted]]

By gum, but I shall go to bed early tonight.  Three nights running of being up after half-past nine is just about as much as I can conveniently put up with.

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[[preprinted]]Wednesday, July 14, 1909[[/preprinted]]

I tell you, a year ago tonight at Aden, up in Besse's joint, we did celebrate the fall of the old Bastile.  It was one very thick evening and early morning, now I assure you.  There was but very little doing this year, - just a toddle around to the French Consuls' in the forenoon and a glass or two to take out [[strikethrough]][[?]][[/strikethrough]] into the hot sun and cuss over all day.

Yes, memory gloats o'er that night, one year ago, in Camp.  It was one of the best of it's kind, that I've ever seen - or heard.

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