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the first Boche prisoners who are very numerous. So far it has gone like
clockwork but it is the next pas qui conte. The French on our right -
the Division de Fer of Nancy - seem to have done perfect marvels. It is
a gorgeous summer day, and larks are singing through the bombardment, and 3 miles
back an old fellow is selling oranges to the transport drivers. It is
a queer thing war, and a damned silly thing.

I may be kept as late as Wednesday, but I hope to get back
on Tuesday. I do hope I shall find you & the blessings well

Much love

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John