Got up at seven and had breakfast in the kitchen. Then we went to the store room and saw the hand grenades and all kinds of such things. Then dinner in the hut. One of the men brought it; they like to wait on us. One of the men put up the stove, his name is Mickle, and did it very quick, then one of the cooks came and made a fire, his name is Allen, he is very funny and kept us laughing most of the time. He brought us our supper and we had rice, fried onions, cocoa, and toast and it tasted very good. After supper the boys came and talked and sang. Some are real Mothers’ boys and we looked like a family, although a large one. One got some cakes and then two raced to see who could eat the most, the prize was an American pencil, and had fine fun. At nine 14 took us home and they said it was just like taking your girl home from church and was home like.
Saw some of the men from the first Motter Truck Train. As they passed throught the village they shouted to me and were glad to see an old friend and they asked for pie, bless them. Good night.
Diary of a World War I Donut Girl 