Real tin of biscuits arrived. Duty in morning. Shelled as per usual. Artillery to take. Seven went down to No.6 post. Hear brushwood party in front fire. Went out.
Founded Bob, Balme, Saul with another man hit in right shoulder and
through lung. Went for Doctor. Poor fellow died 10 mins later. Wood party crawl in. Another Maxim turned on us. Lay down.
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