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Dated: November 6, 1915
We have been busy, as usual, furnishing fatigue parties every day, and the weather has been simply terrible. Our trenches are needing attention, of course, under the circumstances, and Fritz can be seen working away at his just as hard, and, we hope, harder. A 28th officer tells me that, when the usual morning fog lifted the other day, one of his men, who was out in front, found himself a few yards from a German, who said: 'You had better go back, or I shall have to shoot you.' One of our Brigades in this neighbourhood, it is said, during the very bad spell this past week, was not molested while at work on parapets, and returned the compliment, allowing the enemy to work undisturbed and in full view. Is it not absolutely absurd? One would think there was no war some days, about breakfast or dinner time, as not a shot is fired by either side for sometimes an hour or so.
Transcribed by: marc