In order to relieve my head
I took another cold plunge in
the creek.

Sept. 24th 18.

We travelled all of last night
& yesterday in the usual
small, cold cars, & after a
long hike today, we reached
a neck of woods between
St. Quentin & Cambris where
we are now camping. We
rode thru Albert, Perronne,
& Arrga, & from this point
the front is only a few
miles distant. Perronne &
Albert are merely ghosts now.
They are literally blown to
pieces, the railroads are
destroyed & all bridges
blown up. Huge steel
girders are bent & twisted
as though they were so
much wire. It seems awful
that man's puny fleck must
battle the same Titanic forces
which caused all this

immense destruction. The
railroad on which we
rode had just been laid
by engineers so our progress
was very slow. Bridges had
also been thrown hastily
across all ravines & creeks.
The business of following
a retreating enemy in the
face of mined properties etc.
and establishing a line of
communication for forwarding
supplies & troops is one of
great complication & labor.

Sept. 25 - 18.

In the distance we can
see German observation
balloons so it is necessary
to keep under cover of the
woods as much as possible
else we may have a
rain of shells fall down
among us. Last night in
the dark I stumbled in