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- [Centre:] VIII
[Upper right annotation:] 15
keenness & that wilder life that we used to
occasionally get such as the trip Guy & I
made to Sandy River. The wonderful, beckoning
mystery of those far away lands & forest -
solitudes still has the same appeal to me, -
How strange it should be so! Poor old [Guy?]
who has become <sup>almost</sup> dumb from disgust at this
waste of time & delay dreams & reads of that
life at all times (except when he does not think
at all of anything, which is a thing that often
happens to us when we are "on parade" & the job
we have on hand prevents continuous thought
& leaves the mind a total blank!)
We took to that life out West as tho we had
been pre-destined to it, - like ducks to water -
& we always showed that love of that sort
of enterprise from the begining when we
were kids & used to break-up, dig-up & build
-up all sorts of things in the house & in the
garden.
On saturday morning we had a rather intersting
firing practice. The whole battalion had to
advance over about 1/2 mile of ground, making
it in short rushes of a hundered yards or so, & at
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