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Blick vom Heilig Huisken auf die Lys, Bild:heilighuizeken.be |
We go on through Mariakerke to Drongen, where we have a long pause. Some way behind the town we go into billets at the café „Heilig Huiscken“, which is right beside the Lys. I drink a few bottles of wine with Hebecker, Onken and Butt. I spend the night on a deckchair; unfortunately I slept really badly on it. To make matters worse, in the afternoon there is a terrible storm. Torrential rain and a thunderstorm descended on us, so that our belongings are horribly soaked. We hear lively artillery fire throughout the night. We are waiting to go into action.
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