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10 June 1918

By June 10, 2018No Comments

The weather is lovely, like an Australian spring, and a change to the long drib-drab winter we have gone through. Still, that was a “king” to the previous winter. I shiver now when l think of it. It is just two years since I left Orange, and I am now in the third winter here. I have been a year and ten months in France, and nearly all that time within reach of the enemy’s guns. People in Orange, I suppose, could hardly credit the existence of guns that can fire a shell from Orange and drop it on Blayney. I feel as confident as ever of getting home safely.