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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: interest in a day-long vigil. Here we are told imperatively to
come right in at once, and we do.
All communication trenches are tortuous and practically endless.
On an offensive front they have vertical sides of unsupported
earth and occasional soakaways for rain, covered by wooden
gratings, and they go on and on and on. At rare intervals they
branch, and a notice board says "To Regent Street," or "To Oxford
Street," or some such lie. It is all just trench. For a time
you talk, but talking in single file soon palls. You cease to
talk, and trudge. A great number of telephone wires come into
the trench and cross and recross it. You cannot keep clear of
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