The French made another attack last night on Hill ---- and took it. You have undoubtedly read about it if you have followed the news. Back for the attack now--Sunday we were at Post 4, that is, my car--and we made a couple of trips from there, and all Sunday night the woods were just ablaze with guns firing and the boys went over the top at 4:40. All we carried that night had been gassed and there was a bunch of them. At 5:10 a car came to poste, saying they could not make Poste 2--the road was blocked--so the lieutenant telephoned and gave me a note to deliver to Poste 2--that meant get it there. Well, we started out, and such a sight! There was one whole ammunition train along the road that had been shelled and gassed--every horse dead--and not only horses. We got to Hill ----, where Bud and I were stuck, and such a sight! Two trains had been gassed, and we cut the horses that were still alive from the carriages and then there was a stampede. I shall never forget that morning--the road blocked, shell holes, gas, dead horses, at least fifty of them, in less distance than a city block, and this awful racket. Well, we got the road cleared and made Poste 2, and there it was worse than ever. Our chief and sous-chief and about six of our boys had been there all night, gas masks on for nine hours. Two of them had shell shock, another hysterical, and the dead and wounded all around us. I'm poor at description, and you could never picture such a scene. Well, we got a load and started back. You could still cut the gas, and after we had gone a way one of the couchés rapped on the window. We stopped. The fellow on the top stretcher had died, his head had fallen off the edge of the stretcher and he was leaking from the mouth on the chap below. We took him out, fixed his head on the stretcher and started on, shells dropping all around us. How we ever got through no one knows, but we did, and that's just the way things went. Carried Boches and cut buttons off some of the prisoners--have a Boche helmet and gas mask--souvenirs. III--STORY OF AN AMERICAN ENGINEER IN FRANCE (Told by (name suppressed), 11th Regiment Railway Construction Engineers) _This member of Company D, 11th Regiment Railway Construction Engineers, swings pick and axe and acts as chauffeur on a handcar, but he enjoys it heartily._ For several days we have been busy getting some new drills, but unfortunately I am not at liberty to tell you the nature of them. All day yesterday was my own time, but I was too busy cleaning up to write. The sun was shining most of the day, for a change, so I was able to wash my clothes, air my blankets, etc., and take a real bath.