Tag: shelling

Friday, March 1, 1918

Made the fire and it was a cheerful one. Made pies and at ten went to the dentist and had a tooth filled. It was not a classy office but a house that had been visited; but one of Frit sies Coughs and his visit was fatal. The desk was a trunk and the chair … Continue reading Friday, March 1, 1918

Wednesday, February 27, 1918

            A very good day. Payday. Cadet stood canteen and I made 70 pies and 14 gallons of cocoa. Kept very busy. Col. came and took Cadet and left Miss Gladys. It rained very hard. A shell dropped on the road and it killed two horses and one man and wounded five. Made coffee and … Continue reading Wednesday, February 27, 1918

Friday, February 22, 1918

It is very blue, raining, and cold and much shooting. Went to the doctor and he put some medicine in my ear. The Cadet woke up singing, “O it’s glorious, eight in a room built for four of us.” Had a pleasant visitor, the doctor. He heard we were sick and came only to find … Continue reading Friday, February 22, 1918

Thursday, February 21, 1918

A very quiet day. No men in the hut, but planes are overhead and the shooting is terrible and one would think it was just overhead. Fenton came from Mandre; he is all out of supplies and came to get some from us. We had a very pleasant time; he prayed and was enjoyed by … Continue reading Thursday, February 21, 1918

Friday, February 15, 1918

Made 21 hundred cookies, and Cadet served at the canteen. Boss made life interesting. There was a lot of excitement. An officer killed himself. Heavy bombardment. More Information The following section provides historical context and is not part of the original diary entry. Likely location: Near Menaucourt, Meuse, France 📍 View this location on Google … Continue reading Friday, February 15, 1918

Thursday, February 7, 1918

A fine busy day. The doctor had told me that they have just taken two young boys to the hospital, one has lost his eyes and the other will die. Mustard gas was the cause. Have been talking to one of the boys who lost his buddy and he showed me things from his pockets … Continue reading Thursday, February 7, 1918

Sunday, February 3, 1918

Ansauville: We were up early and packed and all ready for our trip. Got to the hut and the boys brought breakfast to us. My, it was cold, The men came in to say goodbye, and it seemed like leaving home. We got our gas masks and feal like real soldiers. Went to Ligny for … Continue reading Sunday, February 3, 1918