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“The cries of the wounded had much diminished now, and as we staggered down the road, the reason was only too apparent, for the water was right over the tops of the shell-holes.”

Quote by Edwin Campion Vaughan

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Edwin Campion Vaughan
Edwin Campion Vaughan

Edwin Campion Vaughan was a person born on November 30, 1897, and died on June 8, 1931. His detailed information is limited at present. more

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