{"id":720,"date":"2014-01-04T10:33:35","date_gmt":"2014-01-04T10:33:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=720"},"modified":"2014-01-04T10:33:35","modified_gmt":"2014-01-04T10:33:35","slug":"battlefields-the-war-diaries-of-f-w-sol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2014\/01\/04\/battlefields-the-war-diaries-of-f-w-sol\/","title":{"rendered":"Battlefields (The War Diaries of F.W.Sol)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>The Sniper<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Behind the burnt trees the ochre dawn was planning its strategy for the day. All armies were massing; it would be a good day for a battle I thought as I filled my musket.<\/p>\n<p>My first cloudy shot killed a passing sniper who like me had awoken an hour earlier. Unlike me he would sleep again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>A Horse Carried by Newts<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Nearby a beautiful horse which had already been poleaxed was taken by shot. It fell heavily into the cloying mud. A number of newts carried the beast to safety but it was already dead.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Damaged Hearing <\/b><\/p>\n<p>My hearing had been damaged and I had gained an ear infection during my early skirmishes. The relief truck was nearby, under moderate fire. I retired for Morning Coffee.<\/p>\n<p>To the left of me a fusilier took a random shot at the rising sun and was cut to pieces by crossfire.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Garage Morgan<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Looked after all the trucks on the battlefield. Yesterday at about three in the afternoon he was hit by a shell. I suppose you could say that his business has expanded.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>The Water Thief<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I spent most of yesterday morning engaged in hand to hand combat. When time allowed I read your letter which I had received the night before. Sadly though the Holy Water you sent to me was stolen by a dying tree as I lay wounded.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Sniper Behind the burnt trees the ochre dawn was planning its strategy for the day. All armies were massing; it would be a good day for a battle I thought as I filled my musket. My first cloudy shot killed a passing sniper who like me had awoken an hour earlier. Unlike me he [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=720"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}