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The Middle Parts of Fortune Somme and Ancre 1916 is a novel by Frederic Manning that tells the story of a group of soldiers fighting in the First World War. Set in the Somme and Ancre regions of France in 1916, the book follows the experiences of Private Bourne, a soldier in the British Army. The novel offers a vivid and realistic portrayal of the harsh realities of trench warfare, as well as the camaraderie and bonds that develop between soldiers in the face of adversity. Manning's writing is praised for its authenticity and its ability to capture the emotional and psychological toll of war on those who fought in it. The Middle Parts of Fortune Somme and Ancre 1916 is considered a classic of war literature and has been compared to works such as All Quiet on the Western Front and A Farewell to Arms.The world seemed extraordinarily empty of men, though he knew the ground was alive with them. He was breathing with difficulty, his mouth and throat seemed to be cracking with dryness, and his water bottle was empty. Coming to a dugout, he groped his way down, feeling for the steps with his feet; a piece of Wilson canvas, hung across the passage but twisted aside, rasped his cheek; and a few steps lower his face was enveloped suddenly in the musty folds of a blanket. The dugout was empty. For the moment he collapsed there, indifferent to everything.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.