Postcard home to Mum and Dad ...
18th June 1917
The day broke wet and stormy. Bivvies gave but little protection from the unending torrents and the glamour of those first few days in the line was no more. The sodden chalky trenches became treacherous underfoot. Burdened with picks and shovels the nightly stint was the construction of a new trench some yards ahead of the front line position. The results were meagre and unrewarding but nobody seemed to mind.
Wet and stormy - otherwise quiet.
Trench digging in advance of front line.
Mr Smith leaves for the RFC.
Wet and stormy - otherwise quiet.
Trench digging in advance of front line.
Mr Smith leaves for the RFC.
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