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Page 112 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1

Moir, Ethel, 1916, Document
Page 112 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 112 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 112 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
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Page 112 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
to Karamurack [Caramurat] was a solid mass of refugées[refugees]. I suppose the same was true of every road & every track leading in an easterly or a northerly direction - everyone was making for the Danube & most for the pontoon bridge at Tsakcha. The people fled in cars, in carriages, in farm-carts, in vehicles drawn by oxen or on horseback & there were of course crowds & crowds on foot. Old men & tiny children trundling along by rickety carts piled high with bedding, household goods, pigs, hens, geese & children perched high on the top of it all. White-haired men & women grasping the harness of the gun - teams or the stirrup-leathers of the troopers, who, themselves exhausted from many days of fighting, slept in their saddles as they rode. Springless farm-wagons literally heaped with wounded soldiers with piteous white faces & one of the saddest features of all this dreadful procession, ^ was the soldiers themselves, many of them wounded or ill & all so bent with fatigue from many days of marching & fighting that they could hardly raise their feet. One poor chap who could bear his boots no longer had tied them to the cleaning-rod of his rifle. Another had strapped his boots to his knapsack, another had 'em slung round his
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