Friday, October 12, 1917

Last night was a terrible night. The cannons roared and they shook the house. It rained a hard cold rain, and today it just poured and the wind blew. It was an awful day. All we could do was try to keep sweet. The lady in whose house we stay fixed a box to send to her husband. His name is Madon Clair and they have two girls, very smart and sweetly polite children.