Archive for March, 2007
“I have one puttee, a dead man’s helmet, another dead man’s gas protector, a dead man’s bayonet. My tunic is rotten with other men’s blood and partly splattered with a comrade’s brains.’’ – Read that and you know what it was like to be on the gentle rise above Pozieres village in 1916.
Les Carlyon, […]
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