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Our little contingent of tents lies directly at the base of the figure. Our duties are not hard. We 
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are here only to be outfitted and tomorrow, or next day, or a couple of weeks from now we'll be in Toronto, Canada, at the school of theory and flying.
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Sept. 6, 1917

It was a fairly warm night last night, but [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] three thicknesses of blanket on our canvas cots was hardly enough to keep one at a good warmth. Being right in the middle of New York Harbor, the camp cannot but feel the effects of the chilly wind at night. Sleep was out of the question. A change of bed quarters generally accounts for the loss of several "forty winks" under ordinary conditions. With several of us last night we were under extraordinary conditions. The vaccination gave no pain, but the innoculation proved its presence every moment. When I received my injection of the myriad of typhoid buglets, I was told that