"Tyin it under your chin like a bib" "Mike Whozis, the Captins orderly" "Ive found the first real use for my tin derby" "Another boiler blew up right in front of us" "Lem Wattles what never had his name in the paper" "Were livin right up in the trenches now" "It doesnt look as if it had ever exploded" "There was the Lootenant boostin the Major out of the trench" "I stuck my head around the bush" "You ought to have seen those two Lootenants come down" "'Do you happen to have any lemonade?'" "Tried to make a blanket roll in six inches of mud" "All I do is scratch, scratch, scratch" "The people here wear wooden shoes an have no shapes" "A German bed is like a loaf of bread thats rose to much" "They take off there hats to us" "Levels it off with a piece of bread" "They lined us all up" "That little snub nosed thing across the street" "Im going to be just plain Mr. Bill Smith" _"Same Old Bill, Eh Mable!"_ _Dere Mable:_ Were in sunny France at last. I cant tell you much about it yet on account of its avin been so foggy since we got here. We didnt deboat in Paris as I was expectin. We sailed up a river to a town with a wall around it and got off there. I dont know what the wall was for unless to keep people in. They certinly wouldnt need one to keep anybody out of that place. Were now in what they call a rest camp. If this is restin then all they say about war is true. For the last two days weve been unpackin boats. You havnt any idear how refreshin it is to pile up about 5 milyon cases of corn Willie. Ive been puttin on weight ever since I got here but its all been on my back. Some of the fellos think they got us mixed up with one of these Steva Dora regiments. It dont seem to worry the Captin much. Theres no reason it should tho. All he has to do is to sit on a box an keep the quartermaster from gettin over-stocked on cigars. The day we got in they tied us out in the middle of the river. They left us there so long that there was a roomer the war was over an we was goin to turn around an go home. When it comes to takin that trip right over agen I say on with the war. We lay around there so long I was beginnin to feel like the keeper of a light ship. Then they got into an awful hurry all of a sudden an piled pretty near the whole boat load onto one coal barge. Our Bilitin oficer met us at the dock. Hed been over here a month gettin things fixed up for us. From the way he acted youd think he was the fello that invented the war. After that we got out in the country and marched till my pack gained a hundred an fifty pounds an my tung was lyin on my chest. Joe said we needed a rest camp after a hike like that. When wed walked about six miles, or killen meters as they call them over here, we turned into a bare field. The Bilitin oficer said that was the camp.