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[[circled]]300[[/circled]]of resistance and no means of escape it would be too huge a joke to be captured without firing a shot into the Bosche territory.

But late last evening just as I was heading towards the barracks through the narrow boarded path I heard a Spad motor and, looking heavenwards, I saw what was undoubtedly a machine of the type we are to have cutting off to descend. Everybody ran out into the field and welcomed two out of five machines that left Paris to reach us.  Such peachy little boats!  More later.....

Yesterday morning I went down to M-s-v- to finish [[strikethrough]] cart [[//strikethrough]] supervising the carting of our firewood (Woods all about us but not a decent stick to burn).  An early morning trip through the French villages sees the housewives with their brush brooms sweeping the streets and