In June 1933, the Secretay of the Royal Geographical Society delivered to my mother a packet containing a compass belonging to a theodolite, identified by the makers as being part of an instrument supplied to my father in Devonshire on February 13, 1933. Inside the lid was a note with these words: (38)
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"Despite these losses, and with complete disregard for his own safety, he continued to charge the enemy position alone. "However, he was killed at the moment of victory, his body falling on the bunker." (39)
