Sunday, February 24, 1918

A fine day. The much needed graphophone was going most all day. I started for a walk and got a ride on a motor car filled with medicine for the Kaiser. Looked at fifty graves of the dear boys who have gone to their reward. They made one look around. While walking home, I saw a messenger bumped by a motor truck and fall full length in the soft mud. Oh my, how we laughed, and he joined us. Got home and had to say goodbye to the company of boys as they were leaving for the trenches. Had a good meeting. I was the leader. God came very near and blessed us. The evening was very noisy and there was heavy firing. The close of a Sunday in the War Zone about one hour’s hike from the Germans.