Friday, February 8, 1918

Woke up feeling kind of sick so stayed in bed till nine o’clock. Miss Van Harden made me some coffee and brought me some cakes from the kitchen. They had gas drill. In the afternoon I made one thousand donuts, and they went as fast as I could make them. The boys left for the trenches. Some of them said goodbye, feeling it was the last time till Christ’s coming. I do praise God for having talked and delt with a few.