Saturday, December 22, 1917

On my way to a new place with Lt. U. MacLeoud. Bure is the name of the place. The auto was loaded to the limit, and all we could do was laugh. When we arrived in the village we got a royal welcome. Lt. Aneree came to the car and gave us the glad hand and found us billets and a hut and arranged for our eats with the officers and my, the men were glad to see us. A very cold night.