Sept. 28th 1918.

We arrived here early this
a.m. My dug-out is a small
affair in the bank of a
sunken road. The front
line is only a few hundred
yards distant, & talk about
being shelled - holy smoke,
this place is hell.
After marching all of last
night, I was picked for
duty as a runner &
wasn't relieved until just
now - 2.30 a.m.

Sept. 29th

Running from company
to company with orders
is a risky job. I was
shot at hundreds of times
by machine gunners &
sharpshooters & often I
was obliged to dash
across a piece of No-Mans-
Land - in full view of
the enemy. Bullets
were humming all
around me, & once when

I went to the 3rd Batt. Hdqr.
two men, close to me in
a shell wrecked trench,
were shot. The trench
was full of blood in
some places & several
wounded men were laying
on stretchers. It was too
risky to take the wounded
to the rear in daylight
but the attempt was made
in the case of a wounded
captain. The 4 stretcher
bearers were killed & the
capt. wounded a second
time. This happened only
a few feet from me. Many
dead Germans lay in No
Man's Land & almost at the
entrance of my dug-out
was a dead Fritz who was
so far gone that he
stunk. At night my
duties were pure hell.
I couldn't see where I
was going half the