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[[circled]]91[[/circled]] December 27, 1917.

I haven't any personal malice towards the officers who are responsible for this, but the whole thing is soul-sickening and the sentiment of Our Ward is such that if it were known at headquarters something would break loose! To explain:-

The whole hospital is sure as if nobody cared; the patients are left to themselves to get well, as far as we can ascertain through our eyes and sly questioning of the ward-master. Two of the patients of Our Ward were removed on account of the contraction of a much graver desease - scarlet fever. As I have explained before, one of the side doors leads to the veranda which is beside a row of tents for certain of the patients. Measles patients were formerly restricted to the tents; they were in tents with two blankets during that awful "Nexas Northern"! But our scarlet fever patients were put into a little circular, patched-up, white, or rather dirty-grey, tent in the last row. My story's concerned with one Franchot, a big burly U.S. Cadet whose very build suggested a