First we had breakfast. It is a cold and dreary day, but God is good to us. I have been thinking of the soldiers. Some are so young, only boys. Looking into their faces one sees homesickness. Every time you talk to them it is of Mother and home. Some say, “I wish I could get a letter” and again, “Oh I wish it was all over” and so on. A few just back from the trenches look into your face and say, “It’s war, and I don’t ever expect to see the U.S.A. again” and “Gee the trenches are fierce.” A soldier’s life is not one to desire.
We had Bible study this morning and it was fine. God came very near.
Diary of a World War I Donut Girl 