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Updated: July 16, 2025

Hostile shelling had ceased in our neighbourhood. The sound our ears waited for was the "putt puttr putt" of machine-guns, always the indication of a near infantry attack. I went out and made sure that the look-outs at both ends of the quarry were doing their work, and found our little Headquarters army, twenty-five men all told, quiet and steady, and ready for the moment, should it come.

George Herbert Fosdike Nichols - Pushed and the Return Push