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When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

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Evelyn Waugh
Age: 62 †
Born: 1903
Born: October 28
Died: 1966
Died: April 10
Autobiographer
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Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
War Correspondent
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Evelyn Arthur St John Waugh
Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh
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