I remember when I first got here, early in July, 1917, how we looked forward to the day when America would have its army in the field. There was no question in our minds about their showing something. When they did get in they showed something all right, they showed more than something. It was a case of “The best is none too good.” We have moved along twice since I last wrote. To look at the signs in this place you would think you were in Germany. German names for streets and German signs everywhere. This isn’t the first of that kind that we have struck, but it was more so than the others. We are in a huge farmhouse that used to be for Hun officers only. Its roof hasn’t a hole and we haven’t a broken pane of glass in our windows. We have the best room yet, and a fireplace that could take a tree, roots and all. The Boche turned a nearby farm into a bath house and it is a wonder. Showers beaucoup and tiled bath rooms with enameled tubs. They moved so fast that there isn’t much damage done. They did leave their trade mark though. There is a chateau that looks perfectly O. K. from the outside, but inside it is a total loss. They planted a mine and wrecked it. Mines are planted all over the road. Yesterday afternoon two went off. The last blew our windows open. [Illustration: I LET’S SEE? I LEFT A HANDKERCHIEF RIGHT ON TOP. II AH! HERE SHE BE! III MON DIEU! I WOULD’NT CALL THAT A _HANDKERCHIEF_? IV WHERE TAHELL IS THE DARN THING??! V HAY!! ANY YOUSE GUYS GOT AN UNUSED NOSE RAG? KIRK. DAY. FRANCE ’18 INDOOR ARMY SPORTS IS AS BAD AS TRYING TO FIND THAT “HAY STACK NEEDLE” AS TO FIND ANY THING IN A BARRACK BAG—] Understand we are on our way to Somewhere in Germany. We will be on the move, I expect, for some time now so my letters may be few and far between. Will try and keep them coming through. [Illustration: GUARD DUTY BRRR SHOWER NATURAL ? B.V.D. & BOCK WEATHER] _November 20_ DEAR MOTHER— Wars may come and wars may go, but we go on forever. Believe me! when we heard that the armistice had been signed, you would have thought we had all gone suddenly crazy. It took some time, I’ll admit, for the good news to sink in—but when it did—Oh boy! We are now on the way towards Germany. It is almost a certainty that we will travel along with one of the French armies of occupation; carrying Ravitaillement (grub for man and beast) to them. Talk about moving, ever since the last shell was fired, that’s all we have been doing. You would think we were a checker game. I can’t say we were tickled to death at the “Army of Occupation” news as we expected to be on our way towards the States within a couple of months. [Illustration: YES’DAY ZAY SHELL DES PARK ALL ZE TIME. LAS NIGHT ZE SAME TODAY I FEAR YES— MON DIEU! TAKE ME HOME! LET ME OUT OF THIS!? “WAR IS HELL”] _November 22_ DEAR MOTHER—