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Arthur Douglas Crease Letters, Diaries and Scrapbooks

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was buried up to the neck in stones + dirt but a piece of a galvanized iron kept the shock + weight off him. My poor little batman though quite untouched was hopelessly shaken. In the part I was sleeping in there is a door at each end - one door was blown by another shell right from his fastenings bang up against the other + one officer slept through it all. I had just got out to go on duty but my good fortune pursued me.

Before beginning work I decided to go to the latrine which is right at the entrance but you may be sure that I wasted no time - I had just got in again