Have just been reading about the sector taken over from the French, where there are towns still inhabited, hills and woods and all sorts of attractions. Am indulging in a long thin cigar and small bottle of “Bass” to celebrate the half-holiday. The personnel of this battery has altered tremendously since I joined it; men are always going out and coming in. Some striking signals went up from the front lines tonight. Strings of bright lights shooing into the sky in luminous arcs and curves. Don’t know what they portend.
Walk March 