Titre: Letter of 28 November 1917 from Alexander Logan Waugh to his father
Auteur: Waugh, Alexander Logan, 1895-1917
Source: Archives of Manitoba, P3348, Alexander Logan Waugh 11
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mud and my only equipment was my
belt. It was almost five o'clock when
I finally decided to risk everything
on a mad dash up unto the tow-path
trusting to find a deeply worn track
and a certain amount of cover. It
had commenced to drizzle, the light
was going fast and chance was with
me as I scrambled up the bank
and stood for an instant to get
my bearings. Then came a hiss as
a machine gun traversed from the
left and I dropped on the path
which was as level as a billiard
table and the most conspicuous
spot I could have chosen. It was
with infinite caution that your
loving son wormed his way to the
canal and dropped over the bank
up to his waist in icy water but
thanking all the gods for ten feet
of solid road between him and the
I stayed there half an hour, numb
with cold, until dark came
and then clambered out and ran
toward our line as though all the
hounds of hell were at my heels.
My horses had gone, and after
three days without sleep and

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