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In one part of the camp I had many small aluminum signals, so I hoped for a bunch of tags. Instead they were tiny bits from some kind of trench-art production. A few of the bits had patterns or letters engraved. Like if the artist had done tests before applying it to his project. A brass signal stood out in that spot and I let out a ghasp when I dug it out.

The following day the rain came in sideways but I had to get out there to try find at least one treasure, and I had to test my new boots. For the last ten years I have been on my second pair of M77 boots from the Norwegian Army, but lately they had been taking in water faster than a torpedoed convoy ship. The last time I wore them on a wet day my feet were soaked within the first ten minutes. My new footwear was a pair of Haix boots with the fancy name Black Eagle Athletic

I completed a previously opened dumping ditch early in the week. A few bakelite bits, a vehicle searchlight and an unmarked coffee mug were some of the few items having escaped deterioration.