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View of loose item on ScrpBk1_06-verso: typescript of letter written by Georges Destrubé for his family, May 2-25, 1917. Page 2 of 19.

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  • [start page] - 2 - as much laughter as I can so as to carry on as of old and forget, but it is an empty laugh these days, followed often by bitter recollections; we have to joke to go on living. --- How glad I shall be to meet Minty again - the last and perhaps the best of the old pals. What delightful company were Guy and Paul: what a resource of conversation had Paul and what a depth of understanding sympathy had Guy. We never got stale of one another, not in all those months, each was indispensable to me to an equal extent. Ours was a fine union, it gave one a sense of confidence and strenght, it gave us an established place in this battalion and gave us freedom, not to say license, to do things others could not dare to do, - we could always get away with it. May 3rd 1917 Yesterday we shifted to another village not very far away, and to-day we went on parade again as usual. I have two or three decent companions here which make life much pleasanter: unfortunately we shall not be together long, for they will belong to different companies when we rejoin the battalion. The Officer commanding this little unit has been with our battalion but knows me very slightly. As I said before, we have been on parade every day and I am afraid he knows me well now on account of my laxity on parade. The fact is we three have always been the same: it was a noticeable fact that we were always making mistakes through inattention or some breach of rules. We used to be called the Rag-time trio and were a by-ward on parade, but they shook their head and gave it up as a bad job and [end page]
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