Two Brothers Serving in France, item 31

• March 4, 2018 00:59:37 Stella Watkin

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  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our

  temporary camp.   Although it was

  a tedious and sweat-producing trek,

  we enjoyed the sights as we passed.

  The French town still bore signs of

  its victory decorations, and the French

  children smiled as we passed and

  tossed them pieces of biscuit. Every-

  thing was novel to us: - the houses

  with their quaint windows, all shuttered,

  the shops with their Frenchy names

  and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses

  very much like our own at home,

  but with the fripperies usually favoured

  by Continental people.   The French

  soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries

  looked picturesque figures in their pale

  blue uniforms. Of course we smiled

  at and chaffed the shop - girls as

  we passed, and there was plenty of

  good humour in the line.   The town

  itself was a big one, with many

  fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade

  sea-front. There were also many

  small, dirty streets, and the place would

  hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh.

  We reached our Camp at last and

  were glad to get off our packs for a

  rest. It is only a temporary abode

  - a rest camp - so I cannot give

  you any address yet, for we will

  be moving further up-country by

• March 4, 2018 00:59:26 Stella Watkin

   ... Left side 3

  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our

  temporary camp.   Although it was

  a tedious and sweat-producing trek,

  we enjoyed the sights as we passed.

  The French town still bore signs of

  its victory decorations, and the French

  children smiled as we passed and

  tossed them pieces of biscuit. Every-

  thing was novel to us: - the houses

  with their quaint windows, all shuttered,

  the shops with their Frenchy names

  and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses

  very much like our own at home,

  but with the fripperies usually favoured

  by Continental people.   The French

  soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries

  looked picturesque figures in their pale

  blue uniforms. Of course we smiled

  at and chaffed the shop - girls as

  we passed, and there was plenty of

  good humour in the line.   The town

  itself was a big one, with many

  fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade

  sea-front. There were also many

  small, dirty streets, and the place would

  hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh.

  We reached our Camp at last and

  were glad to get off our packs for a

  rest. It is only a temporary abode

  - a rest camp - so I cannot give

  you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• March 4, 2018 00:59:02 Stella Watkin

   ... Left side 3

  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our

  temporary camp.   Although it was

  a tedious and sweat-producing trek,

  we enjoyed the sights as we passed.

  The French town still bore signs of

  its victory decorations, and the French

  children smiled as we passed and

  tossed them pieces of biscuit. Every-

  thing was novel to us: - the houses

  with their quaint windows, all shuttered,

  the shops with their Frenchy names

  and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses

  very much like our own at home,

  but with the fripperies usually favoured

  by Continental people.   The French

  soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries

  looked picturesque figures in their pale

  blue uniforms. Of course we smiled

  at and chaffed the shop - girls as

  we passed, and there was plenty of

  good humour in the line.   The town

  itself was a big one, with many

  fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade

  sea-front. There were also many

  small, dirty streets, and the place would

  hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh.

  We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• March 4, 2018 00:57:19 Stella Watkin

   ... Left side 3

  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our

  temporary camp.   Although it was

  a tedious and sweat-producing trek,

  we enjoyed the sights as we passed.

  The French town still bore signs of

  its victory decorations, and the French

  children smiled as we passed and

  tossed them pieces of biscuit. Every-

  thing was novel to us: - the houses

  with their quaint windows, all shuttered,

  the shops with their Frenchy names

  and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses

  very much like our own at home,

  but with the fripperies usually favoured

  by Continental people.   The French soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries looked picturesque figures in their pale blue uniforms. Of course we smiled at and chaffed the shop - girls as we passed, and there was plenty of good humour in the line. The town itself was a big one, with many fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade sea-front. There were also many small, dirty streets, and the place would hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh. We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• March 4, 2018 00:56:53 Stella Watkin

   ... Left side 3

  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our

  temporary camp.   Although it was

  a tedious and sweat-producing trek,

  we enjoyed the sights as we passed.

  The French town still bore signs of

  its victory decorations, and the French

  children smiled as we passed and

  tossed them pieces of biscuit. Every-

  thing was novel to us: - the houses

  with their quaint windows, all shuttered,

  the shops with their Frenchy names

  and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses very much like our own at home, but with the fripperies usually favoured by Continental people. The French soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries looked picturesque figures in their pale blue uniforms. Of course we smiled at and chaffed the shop - girls as we passed, and there was plenty of good humour in the line. The town itself was a big one, with many fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade sea-front. There were also many small, dirty streets, and the place would hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh. We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• March 4, 2018 00:56:13 Stella Watkin

   ... Left side 3

  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our

  temporary camp.   Although it was

  a tedious and sweat-producing trek,

  we enjoyed the sights as we passed.

  The French town still bore signs of

  its victory decorations, and the French children smiled as we passed and tossed them pieces of biscuit. Everything was novel to us: - the houses with their quaint windows, all shuttered, the shops with their Frenchy names and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses very much like our own at home, but with the fripperies usually favoured by Continental people. The French soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries looked picturesque figures in their pale blue uniforms. Of course we smiled at and chaffed the shop - girls as we passed, and there was plenty of good humour in the line. The town itself was a big one, with many fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade sea-front. There were also many small, dirty streets, and the place would hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh. We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• March 4, 2018 00:55:32 Stella Watkin

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  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and

  toilsome march of two hours, through

  the town and up a sleep hill to our temporary camp. Although it was a tedious and sweat-producing trek, we enjoyed the sights as we passed. The French town still bore signs of its victory decorations, and the French children smiled as we passed and tossed them pieces of biscuit. Everything was novel to us: - the houses with their quaint windows, all shuttered, the shops with their Frenchy names and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses very much like our own at home, but with the fripperies usually favoured by Continental people. The French soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries looked picturesque figures in their pale blue uniforms. Of course we smiled at and chaffed the shop - girls as we passed, and there was plenty of good humour in the line. The town itself was a big one, with many fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade sea-front. There were also many small, dirty streets, and the place would hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh. We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• March 4, 2018 00:54:51 Stella Watkin

   ... Left side 3

  which was very welcome, for up till

  now we had been existing on the

  Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of

  tea obtained at London and South-

  ampton. About 8 in the morning

  we disembarked on French soil, glad

  to be off the vessel and to feel our

  feet once more on terra firma.

      Then commenced a long and toilsome march of two hours, through the town and up a sleep hill to our temporary camp. Although it was a tedious and sweat-producing trek, we enjoyed the sights as we passed. The French town still bore signs of its victory decorations, and the French children smiled as we passed and tossed them pieces of biscuit. Everything was novel to us: - the houses with their quaint windows, all shuttered, the shops with their Frenchy names and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses very much like our own at home, but with the fripperies usually favoured by Continental people. The French soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries looked picturesque figures in their pale blue uniforms. Of course we smiled at and chaffed the shop - girls as we passed, and there was plenty of good humour in the line. The town itself was a big one, with many fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade sea-front. There were also many small, dirty streets, and the place would hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh. We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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• January 23, 2018 17:10:22 Raluca Man

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  which was very welcome, for up till now we had been existing on the Irvine sandwiches and odd cups of tea obtained at London and Southampton. About 8 in the morning we disembarked on French soil, glad to be off the vessel and to feel our feet once more on terra firma. Then commenced a long and toilsome march of two hours, through the town and up a sleep hill to our temporary camp. Although it was a tedious and sweat-producing trek, we enjoyed the sights as we passed. The French town still bore signs of its victory decorations, and the French children smiled as we passed and tossed them pieces of biscuit. Everything was novel to us: - the houses with their quaint windows, all shuttered, the shops with their Frenchy names and still more Frenchy merchandise

  
  

   ... Right side 4

  and the people themselves, in dresses very much like our own at home, but with the fripperies usually favoured by Continental people. The French soldiers, dotted here and there as sentries looked picturesque figures in their pale blue uniforms. Of course we smiled at and chaffed the shop - girls as we passed, and there was plenty of good humour in the line. The town itself was a big one, with many fine buildings and cafes, and a promenade sea-front. There were also many small, dirty streets, and the place would hardly compare with our beautiful Edinburgh. We reached our Camp at last and were glad to get off our packs for a rest. It is only a temporary abode - a rest camp - so I cannot give you any address yet, for we will be moving further up-country by

  
  

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