Saturday, June 1, 1918

Slept out by a straw stack and had a fine night; no Boch. I got up at five and cleaned things to look like the sun, bright and happy. Many of the boys came in from the front. They were very tired and nervous and so pale, it makes your heart sad. But they are cheerful; our boys are the best soldiers yet. The staff came and we had a short meeting then went out in the field to sleep by the hay. It was so light at times that I could read.