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for the trouble that eventually led me into [[underline]] my second contact with the post hospital [[/underline]].

I was not overjoyed at the prospect. The [[underline]] first [[/underline]] run-in with the post hospital had gained for me a disreputable looking scar across the bridge of my nose; a piece of work that I must soon see a real surgeon about for a proper trimming. The sewing of the stitches on my little gash had been done by [[strikethrough]] one [[/strikethrough]] an old codger of whom one of te attendants later remarked to me that he "wouldn't let the old - - - take a flee out of his dog!"  Anyway, it does seem that most of the doctors are small town physicians who joined the Medical Corps because of poor success in civil life. I don't want to appear a crab or pessimist. These pages are the only place I'll write these lines and whoever looks at them must know that I cheerfully bear whatever come up - because I know