naval guns & howitzers close to our camp & these were especially active. At every shot a flame like a jagged sheet of lightning tore the darkness asunder and shortly after the roar of the explosion followed. There is something grand, even sublime in this terrific sound. Machine-guns sound like the hiss of a serpent, small cannon are common place, but the heavy artillery is imposing; like the pedal stops of a great organ. All night long & well into the next day these mighty machines rattled away, doing their best, paradoxically speaking, to save the world from destruction. Our artillery can alone win the war; the infantry of a modern army merely supply gun-fodder.
June 28. Drill as usual. Our anti-aircraft guns were very busy today, and the sky was