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Boyd Cable
Boyd Cable was the pen name of British author and war correspondent Ernest Andrew Ewart, known for his vivid writings on World War I. He gained recognition for his books "Between the Lines" (1915) and "Action Front" (1916), which provided gripping accounts of life on the front lines. Cable's work focused on the experiences of ordinary soldiers and the realities of war, blending narrative and journalistic styles. His contributions helped shape public perceptions of the war, and he remains an important figure in early 20th-century war literature.
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BETWEEN THE LINES THE ADVANCED TRENCHES 'Near Blank, on the Dash-Dot front, a section of advanced trench changed hands several times, finally remaining in our possession.' For perhaps the twentieth time in half an hour the look-out man in the advanced trench raised his head cautiously over the parapet and peered out into the darkness. A drizzling rain made it almost impossible to see beyond a...
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IN ENEMY HANDS The last conscious thought in the mind of Private Jock Macalister as he reached the German trench was to get down into it; his next conscious thought to get out of it. Up there on the level there were uncomfortably many bullets, and even as he leaped on the low parapet one of these struck the top of his forehead, ran deflecting over the crown of his head, and away. He dropped limp as a...
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