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in droves and every magasin that I entered was doing a bustling business - and not altogether with soldiers either.

Our party [[strikethrough]]had[[/strikethrough]] of casual officers had split at the [[strikethrough]] Gare [[/strikethrough]] ^[[Quai]] d'Orsay and I spent much valuable time in locating Lieut. Pointer to learn the details of departure. It seems that two trains left for our destination on the American front, the one at 20 oclock (8P.M) [[strikethrough]]?  [[/strikethrough]] the other at [[strikethrough]]illegible[[/strikethrough]] ^[[8 A.M.]] The latter was by far the better no matter how one looked at it and it was practically decided that our party should go upon the morning schedule.

Life is made up of manifold joys and disappointments. In the army I look upon the greatest disappointment as being the dedication of one's life to the wasteful work of war; and the greatest joy as the sublime submittance to that dedication. But many lesser disappointments lend a hand in the general scheme and for the time of their passing the bitterness is as gall, which all means that having