Item 01: James Wilkie letters, ca. 1914-1918 - Page 25
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[Page 25]
including the roads & I set gaily out on my rounds this morning to the various wagon lines (wagon lines biweekly & gun lines bi weekly also is the programme of little James) per bicycle, quite heedless of the thaw that was beginning. By the time I started homeward the roads were simply channels of some dirty sticky material that made walking difficult & biking or pushing a bike pretty well impossible.
I got home here how or when I dunno but pretty rocky. Fritz enlivened proceedings by dropping a shell or two on my road just ahead, just a parting gift I surmise as he is retiring & doesn't bother us much nowadays, not here. On the days I go gun pitting I generally see something & wish I were a butterfly or a blowfly or something like that. I pass round the pits smiling a mechanical smile & pass silly facetious remarks, dying to flee as fast as my old spindle legs will carry me but I don't somehow. Gawd knows why, I don't.
Pure cussedness I suppose. Anyhow this is