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 flesh must
battle the same Titanic forces
which caused all this
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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
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