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Radio røsten til Alfred Razzel som forteller om Ingenmannsland 1WW og hans søkende etter sårede/stupede soldater er gripende.
Bill Hubbard som han forteller om gjorde vi ett forsøk og finne på en enorm minnesvegg over saknade/stupede soldater i Arras nord Frankrike, vi syklet i nord Frankrike/Flandern og oplevde mange plasser fra "Den Store Krigen" dette var i 2016 på 100års markeringen for slaget vid Somme.
Det var nå avdøde totte som kunne allt om dette som til slutt fant navnet hans på veggen.
Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to
collect the pay books; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land.
"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken
two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, 'Hello Razz,
I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here, ' and he said 'I'm
feeling bad, ' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained
in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound,
rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could
imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after
I'd gone about three shell holes, traversed that, had it been...had
there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummeled
me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me
down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further,
let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's
have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing
happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him
there, in no-man's-land."
Radio røsten til Alfred Razzel som forteller om Ingenmannsland 1WW og hans søkende etter sårede/stupede soldater er gripende.Bill Hubbard som han forteller om gjorde vi ett forsøk og finne på en enorm minnesvegg over saknade/stupede soldater i Arras nord Frankrike, vi syklet i nord Frankrike/Flandern og oplevde mange plasser fra "Den Store Krigen" dette var i 2016 på 100års markeringen for slaget vid Somme.
Det var nå avdøde totte som kunne allt om dette som til slutt fant navnet hans på veggen.
Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to
collect the pay books; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land.
"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken
two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, 'Hello Razz,
I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here, ' and he said 'I'm
feeling bad, ' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained
in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound,
rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could
imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after
I'd gone about three shell holes, traversed that, had it been...had
there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummeled
me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me
down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further,
let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's
have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing
happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him
there, in no-man's-land."
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litt tung i rævva.
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. MC 2300 byttet jeg i og den responderte godt på RIAA trinnet. Så jeg vet ikke hva jeg skulle bytte ut og i hva?.
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