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just wagon trains going back and forth straight over country roads and winding through a ruined pkece of land where a village once stood. There is no use to look for inhabitants because there is none. It was five A.M. when this letter was started, the chocolate is hot now and I hear the soldiers outside, they are already tired and cold but still must make a short hike before they can stop, and a little hot drink will do them good. Good bye - lots of love - kisses, Solon