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Somewhere in Palestine March 10th, 1918 My Very Dear Brother Ern, ....since receiving your last letter, I have been ""over the top"". I was expecting to have to go, but I assure you Ern, I never dreamed it would be so terrible!... I want to try to forget those certain 16 hours, but I cannot, and I am afraid I never shall. I really think the night of February 19-20th was (for me anyhow) a night in hell. We had to attack Johnny with the bayonet in the dark about 1:30 (and it was dark too). He was stronger than expected. If our machine guns had not come up just in time, I think we would all have been wiped out.…mehr

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Somewhere in Palestine March 10th, 1918 My Very Dear Brother Ern, ....since receiving your last letter, I have been ""over the top"". I was expecting to have to go, but I assure you Ern, I never dreamed it would be so terrible!... I want to try to forget those certain 16 hours, but I cannot, and I am afraid I never shall. I really think the night of February 19-20th was (for me anyhow) a night in hell. We had to attack Johnny with the bayonet in the dark about 1:30 (and it was dark too). He was stronger than expected. If our machine guns had not come up just in time, I think we would all have been wiped out.
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Wendy Frances Marston is the granddaughter of Battersea Rifleman Frederick Joseph Stanbridge. She worked as a legal secretary before becoming a carer for her son, and then her father, Rifleman Frederick Stanbridge's son. She worked for many years as a trained volunteer in bereavement care. Wendy lives in Leighton Buzzard, Bedfordshire, which is close to the village of Dagnall.