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traverse you'll be into the German trenches just over where that brown earth is...let's go out to this outpost...yeh, that fella is keeping an eye open for the position of that machine gun sniper...wal it ain't a very safe place to be in....we get two meals a day late in the morning and again towards evening...I suppose tonight we'll have a burst of retaliation for last night's raid... no [[underline]] I [[/underline]] don't want to be an aviator...we like to see you chase 'em out of over our heads...[[underline]] sure [[/underline]] it tickles us to see you shoot up their trenches .. same to you, sir"

And going back I lost my way, wandered into an outpost in No Man's land, swallowed my Adam's apple ^[[popped up out of the trench]] and looked at the sun and a balloon of ours for