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May 27, 1918
animals in the brush and the snores of Pointer and the [[strikethrough]] ? [[/strikethrough]] utterings of Gerner. A bombardment opened by both sides! Gradually an accumulation of resounding woofs! woof! woofs! the shock of compression thickening and thinning as more or less batteries opened up.

So this was war. A peaceful pretty land as lovely as a Maxfield Parrish decoration in its color being torn to an ugly mass of pit holes by chunks of iron hurled by chemicals. Damn, damn, damn the Germans and their Hate! A crime against all of humanity; a waste of the work of civilization. But then, I suppose that out of it all the world will be a better place to live in after the Kaiser and his ilk are exterminated...

As usual with men under their first approach to the reality of big guns, several of us listened to the subdued detonations and speculated. I am cursed (or blessed) with a rather vivid imagination that can picture all sorts of