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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 6 of 19.

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  • [start page] - 6 - May 10th 1917 The last rest we got before I got wounded was I think the happiest we had yet had. It was pretty rolling country, so different from the flat muddy stretches on much of our Front, also we found some very nice people, poor cottagers, and it was glorious Spring weather, such as it is now. And after I left them what terrible trials they went through, such engagements are terrible and finally it seems to have stripped them of some of even their nerve. Poor Paul admitted to me things that shocked me concerning the havoc it had played on their nerves, making me realise what terrible things they had been through. The strain had at last almost broken them, and the awful sights they saw, the butchering of their pals and awfulness of War had made them and the bravest dread the line. I've seen pals knocked out beside me but have never witnessed anything on the awful scale that Guy and Paul have. Poor Guy and Paul - it must have taken a good deal to make them say these things. May 11th 1917 Strange how such small things change so the course of events in life, changing Fate at fancy - Would I not have shared the same fate as poor Guy and Paul at Miraumont. I am sure I would have. Yet with ordinary luck I would have been with them long before Miraumont, the last thing preventing me being a chap who developed mumps in my tent causing us to be placed out of bounds. I was fearfully annoyed and remember trying to bluff that I belonged to the next tent, with an old 22nd pal of mine ("Bronko Bill" a Canadian of A Company). Like me he had managed [end page]
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