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and said no. He said
that we would have to
go back to town and
get a pass from the
comander of the district.
The orderly gave us the
address of the comanders
office in town, and
showed us out of the
trenches into a street
that was covered with
the ecla of shells and
we went on our way
very much disheartened
but still with hopes. We
walked down this street
noticing the distruction of
the shells, and the different
freaks as lone cimleys
standing with everything
else flat, when we we
startled by the sound
of someone playing on
a piano in the second