Monday, June 10, 1918

Made fudge for one of the boys as it was his birthday. He was seventeen years old, he was very young in his ways. So many of our boys have gone West. God help their loved ones. The hut was crowded all day, the men writing letters, playing games, and reading books. It was fine to be here. It rained all day; thank God for the rain as less damage is done then. A very heavy firing is on now. Saw more planes than ever today.