Arthur Douglas Crease Letters, Diaries and Scrapbooks
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− | and a pretty duck pond. Of the trees there are literally nothing but short stumps | + | and a pretty duck pond. Of the trees there are literally nothing but short stumps & of the buildings no trace except bricks & stones & occasional domestic implements which we find in the earth. |
Every time the earth is disturbed there is a most unpleasant smell for many fine fellows lie all around. | Every time the earth is disturbed there is a most unpleasant smell for many fine fellows lie all around. | ||
− | It is two o'clock in the morning | + | It is two o'clock in the morning & quite quiet except for the perpetual popping of rifles & machine guns of which we take no notice. However at any moment the air may be full of bursting shells & bombs & the earth vibrating with the force of explosions. Even under such conditions there may be no casualties at all, for the men though daring to the extreme & |
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+ | BC Archives, MS-2879 Box 69 File 1 / CREASE FAMILY / Selected letters from Arthur Douglas Crease to his mother, Sarah Crease, 1916-1918. |
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and a pretty duck pond. Of the trees there are literally nothing but short stumps & of the buildings no trace except bricks & stones & occasional domestic implements which we find in the earth.
Every time the earth is disturbed there is a most unpleasant smell for many fine fellows lie all around.
It is two o'clock in the morning & quite quiet except for the perpetual popping of rifles & machine guns of which we take no notice. However at any moment the air may be full of bursting shells & bombs & the earth vibrating with the force of explosions. Even under such conditions there may be no casualties at all, for the men though daring to the extreme &
BC Archives, MS-2879 Box 69 File 1 / CREASE FAMILY / Selected letters from Arthur Douglas Crease to his mother, Sarah Crease, 1916-1918.