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19/09/04 A Soldier's Life 21st December 1915 It was cold this morning; frost lined the mud and filth surrounding my 'Dug Out'. Mud has seeped through my uniform the damp is causing me to become feverish, I have been sleeping in everything I have got recently and still shivering and today my great coat's so wet, I cannot use it. Oh well, a slight fever has got to be better than the dreaded trench foot, poor Harry he was taken off on a stretcher yesterday. He just couldn't continue his work here any longer. None of us can take our boots off some feet swell and swell to an immeasurable amount of pain. Then it goes gangrenous and unfortunately for Harry it is irreversible so his foot will probably have to be amputated. He had only been stationed here for ten days; it's a shame for him to...

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