Still raining and cold as ever so Staff told us to have our breakfast at home, so we did. At dinner it was safer as the men were a little better.
They have a very nice dog and he has made friends with us.
This morning a man was found dead in the guard house. They think he drank too much.
Last night four hundred horses got out and some wandered 18 miles away. One got under a house and they had to dig it out.
It rained all day so we sewed and wrote and talked and mailed our letters. You can mail only on Tues. and Thurs.
The place looks terrible. The tent is down and it’s raining and cold.
There was a funeral this morning. The bell tolled all the morning. The funerals are strange here. The priest walks in front saying a prayer, all dressed in a robe that looks like a large curtain. The women carry the coffin, which is a rough box. The whole village comes out all dressed in deep black and heavy veils. They carry the body to the cemetery, and all the time the bells ring and prayers are said. It takes all the morning.
This place is very much like you read about. There are about six hundred soldiers here. They are volunteers from the regulars and belong to the Ammunition Train. They supply the men at the front with ammunition and supplies.
It rained so hard that Adj. Case took a basket and brought our chow to the tent. We put two towels on a table and had a real supper in style and enjoyed it very much.
At six we went to our rooms and by the light of a candle and, sitting on a box, we sewed till eight. Went to bed. It rained all night and was very windy, but we slept.
Diary of a World War I Donut Girl 