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My torment as a Tommy: How after just 24 hours in an exact reconstruction of the trenches, one writer was freezing, filthy and full of awe for those who endured the horrific reality

The air is cold, I have aching arms, wet feet and my eyes are struggling to penetrate the darkness. I’ve fixed my bayonet to my rifle and I’m staring out into no man’s land. But it is the silence that’s the worst. Where is the Hun? for more click here

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