I fear sunshine is not in France for him. Sometimes he used to talk about Carrie & I know that she was ever in his thoughts.
Jerry came again. Alf is better & on his way back up the line – hard luck – he is not as rough as we are & was cut out for a better calling.
Last night the rats drove us out of our bunks. Harold N. has all his nose bitten & Billy F. his ear eaten – such a sleep was brought on by the good vin rouge we