I slept one night om a, mountainside near the pass of Thermopylae. All day long the Germans had been scouring the vital coast road down which New Zealanders had been retreating to reform and take up new positions. I saw one German plane plant a string of bombs on the centre of the road. It buried a despatch-rider on his motor-bicycle, but within half an hour he had been dug out and was continuing on his mission, Tt took a labour gang two hours to Axis Production of
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