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Never did I realize how dear a home is to a man as I did yesterday morning. I stayed with a poor chap that was dying in one of our posts. He was badly wounded about 3 o'clock in the morning while on patrol in front of our barb wire entanglement. When we brought him down on a stretcher about 5:45 he was almost done for. We dressed his wound altho' we knew it would be to no avail because he was unconscious by then, and he only lived for another half hour. Then I began to think of those he left at home. He was a married man, and I wondered if his wife loved him as you love me. And, as he had only been in France for nine days, his wife will not even know he has left England when she will get news of his death at the front. I could imagine the poor girl stricken down with grief.