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Bruce Bairnsfather
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''That Astronomical Annoyance, the Star Shell, Which Momentarily Enables You to Scrutinize the Kind of Mud You Are In''.
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''An Impression of the Famous Bois de Ploegsteet''.
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''A Hopeless Dawn. Rain, Mud, Damp Coke, and Dug-Out Off Down Stream''.
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''The usual line in Billeting Farms - A Three-Sided Red-Tiled Building, With a Rectangular Smell in the Middle''.
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'Chuck us the biscuits, Bill. The fire wants mendin'.
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''What He Doesn't Know About Fire Buckets and theTime the Rum Comes Up, Isn't Worth Knowing.''
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A Messines Memory - 'Ow about shiftin' a bit further down the road, Fred.'
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'Off in again' by Bruce Bairnsfather
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'The Tin-opener' by Bruce Bairnsfather
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Subterranean Voice, Commenting on the Abnormal Activity of the Mortar Across the Way. 'They're devils to snipe, ain't they, Bill'.
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''Old Bill'' by Bruce Bairnsfather, 1916
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Rations by Bruce Bairnsfather
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The Knave of Spades, Bruce Bairnsfather
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"A Memory of Christmas, 1914: 'Look at this bloke's buttons, 'Arry. I should reckon 'e 'as a maid to dress 'im."
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"Old soldiers never die" by Bruce Bairnsfather
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''Where did that one go to.'' - The Decline of Poetry and Romance in War.
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My Dug-Out, A lay of the trenches - by CAPTAIN BRUCE BAIRNSFATHER
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The same old moon, by CAPTAIN BRUCE BAIRNSFATHER
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Other Times, Other Manners - by CAPTAIN BRUCE BAIRNSFATHER
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When One Would Like to Start an Offensive on One's Own - CAPTAIN BRUCE BAIRNSFATHER