National Archive publishes saucy WW1 trench diaries - ‘Fifty spades of clay’
(4 posts) (3 voices)
Their love for one another overcame all barriers. He kissed each one of Simon's trench-foot puckered toes, tenderly...
'Dear Cecily. Harold is becoming irksome, pestering me to wear my gasmask and 'flubber' at him - but I am becoming fond of his ways...'
Andrew thumbed the edge of his weapon, dark passions raging in his breast...
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