Left Marson.
Had breakfast at eight and got in a bus. It was crowded with six people and luggage. The lady who drove the horses was named Margaret. We had a nice slow ride to Bonville looking at the trees and hills and brooks. The day was like a spring day. We looked over the hills and could see a path that led to the place where Caesar had his trenches and fought his battles so many years ago. And where our boys of the 26th have their practice grounds. And the French have their up-to-date trenches. The next is Meaux where we have some more of the 26th. Then we came to the water town and it looked like water town, here we saw some more of our dear boys. The next was Doundrecourt where we had a stope and the other people unloaded, then on to our stope, Longauex. The lady only went to the second house, a wine shop, so we put out things in and went to the Military Headquarters and waited to see Maj. Pach. He told us to wait a few days and promised we ccould have the hut.
The Lt. took us to our room. It was a very pleasant one with all kinds of homemade rugs on the floor.
Went to see the Col. and started to walk but met a bus wagon and got on and rode over the roads to the joy of our lives, meeting so many of the boys and, oh how they laughed and shook their finger at us. When we got to the edge of the village we got off to go to the house. The Col. was not there so we had some lunch, two peaches and bread and butter. Then we went to buy some shoes and had a fine time trying to make the woman understand, but I got a pair. Started home and met Margaret the coach girl and wrote a note to Howard at Marso and told him that perhaps he would be there for a week, and sent by Margaret. Met some M.P. who I had met in one of the camps at Montiers. Then went home and had supper and a pleasant evening and went to bed. So goes a day of tramping or hiking.
Diary of a World War I Donut Girl 