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May 27th. 1918

We spent all of Sunday getting to our longed-for sleep. It was this way:-

In Toul we continued to await the unraveling of the confusion of orders. Finally just when  we began to get hungry a Fiat army truck came along and we were rushed out bag and "musette". In leaving the  city I was glad to spot one Shay, from my home town, a brother to the M.P. that I said so-long to when I left Issoudun. The trip through the beautiful French country was a revelation. The rolling of the terrain reminded me [[strikethrough]]??[/strikethrough]]
^[[forcibly]] of New England and indeed it is a New England here. Valleys, the river Meuse, high hills, fields, flowers, trees, all-reminded me of my own [[strikethrough]]illegible  [[/strikethrough]] ^[[land]] with the exception of the old stone villages which