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yanA tame magpie come into the trench; apparently belonging to the German driven out of the village by the Gordon Highlanders a day or two before. It looked very bedraggled. `That's one for sorrow,' I said. The men swore that it made some remark in German as it joined us, and talked of wringing its neck.