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daffodils in beds at the stations.  A sweeping fertile country on either side; flocks, farms, land that is [[underlined]] used [[/underlined]].  The country is beautiful.

In fact our own country, or part of it, is the replica of what I passed through so that is why I like it, je pense.  The same trees, [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] but less rocky ^[[terrain]]; brick house instead of ramshackle wooden ones; gardens everywhere in neat layouts, instead of a riot of wasted ground.  That's the difference. 

And the names--I felt more at home than ever--with Shrewsbury, Worcester, --Marlborough, even close by on the map.  Will [[underlined]] New [[/underlined]] England be like old England when a few centuries roll along?

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The Great Western offensive is [[underlined]] on [[/underlined]] indeed.  Much activity along the road with troop trains coming pell mell along with us -- [[underlined words]] and red cross hospital coaches heading north with the results of the first days. [[/underlined words]]

At the embarkation it was more quiet, and subdued, haste that was deadly serious in its determination.  No shouting.  No farewells.  A few scarred-faced women at the dock gate. and transports [[underlined]] loaded [[/underlined]] with war accessories -- men, tools!