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19 December 1917

By December 19, 2017No Comments

We are camped now in the most famous town of the war—of course I can’t tell you the name, though you might guess it. But you should see it after three years of hammering, first by one side and then by the other, there is not much left of it. I thought Bapaume was bad, but it is like a palace to this … Round the town is a high rampart, with a wide moat outside, and from the ramparts one can look out over miles and miles of low level country, which must have been beautiful once; but is now a stretch of desolation, broken trees, and torn ground. At intervals over it are spurts of flame and clouds of smoke that mean guns, or big black splashes where shells are bursting.