This account is more or less a bunch of names. I haven’t said much about the work, which has been carrying shells most of the time. Nor have I given much dope on some of the excitement that we have seen. Believe me, we have had a little excitement in the way of bombs, and once in a while, shells. I wrote about the Boche and their camouflaged plans. That took place at Chézy aux Orxois between Chateau-Thierry and Mareuil sur Ourcq. On that day we were carrying shells and my car being the last had the fusees. You can see that underneath my car was no place at all to use as an abris. I’m enclosing a bit of German propaganda, some of the bunk that they used to drop from planes. They certainly must have been in a pipe dream if they expected any one to fall for that stuff. Their minds work in a queer way. [Illustration: INSPECTION MORNING SOME SHINE—IF MY SHOES DON’T GET BY I’M A LIAR MIGHT JUST AS WELL BE BLIND AS TO TRY AND SEE THRU THIS BARREL HOW IN THE DEVIL AM I EVER GOING TO CLEAN THIS COAT? HOW DO I LOOK KID? WHO T’HELLS GOT A RAZOR? SAY! THE BACK OF YOUR NECK LOOKS LIKE A COAL HEAP I SHOULD CARE—A’M GOING TO CAMOUFLAGE IT WITH TALCUM POWDER GESS I’LL HAVE TO WEAR GLOVES AFTER ALL! K. H. DAY ’18 FRANCE] One of the men who used to work in the atelier when we had French workmen, came in to see us the other day. He had just got back from his permission and from seeing his wife and son who had been prisoners. The Huns had cut the forefinger from each of his wife’s hands. That was mild compared with some of the other things that they did. The other night we staged a party. The result is my drawing of Monsieur Light Wine. Never again. Rumors are flying about. The latest is that all men will return to their original companies. That’s all right, but what becomes of the Field Service men? If it’s all the same to those higher up, I’ll take home. [Illustration: JUS’ ONE MORE CHANCE? MONSIEUR LIGHT WINE —AND I THOUGHT YOU HARMLESS! “ALLEZ”! NEVER LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN.] _December 19_ DEAR MOTHER— Winter has at last taken the padlock off. The rain that has been falling for the last few days, has now turned to snow and the temperature has moved from its suite half way up to one near the ground floor. Rubber boots and an over coat are very much in style these days—also a red nose. We are now taking the count in the village of Boulzicourt near the cities of Mézières and Charleville. Sedan is also quite close by. The day before yesterday I took a trip to Charleville: object, a bath. Managed to catch a ride on a truck going over. [Illustration: P-O-P THIS IS THE WAY WE FEEL AT TIMES——]