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the end of each rush we lay down & fired at
dozens of <sup>[silhouette?]</sup> targets (shaped like a man crouching)
that were stuck into the ground here & there.
We had 25 rounds of ball - ammunition (ordinary
303 [Maurice?]). It was quite good fun; it
made a tremendous klanging away & one could
have thought oneself in real action. When will
our time actually come?
This is a rotten week end, its been raining
steadily, even if we could have got a pass
I doubt we could have caught a train for
London, for it was late when we got back saturday
afternoon. We shall try very hard for a
pass next weekend & I feel sure we can get it
by talking "nicely" to the [coy?], sergeant-major with
whom we are on good terms. I will let you
know if I cant get it by wiring saturday.
I was glad to hear that dear old Grandmaman
remained behind, it seems to be she's so
much better off with you [Pumps?] than at
Boulogne <del>all</del> all alone.
It is very satisfactory to get good news
from you at Rife, I'm so glad that the world
is using you pretty well. How I would
love to sleep in & see your dear little home,
dear Maggie, now that you have got it nearly
all fixed up. I miss the little home of logs
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