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709 in one of three long lines, seeing to it personally that his luggage was properly weighed, posted, and [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[receipted]]. This little act [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] ^[[on the part of many]] good nature(?) [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] souls was ludicrous in the etreme with so many difficult types all scuffling up a foot or two at a time, with their pieces de resistance, as the line hunched forward as much. It was an alright ride to Brest with the French train 2 or 3 hours behind schedule as usual. Arrived at the station the casual officers were put into trucks and sent to the [[strikethrough]] huge [[/strikethrough]] huge concentration camp [[strikethrough]] at Bre [[/strikethrough]] outside the city -- Pontanezen. Here it was
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