Letters to Helen in Bloomington, MN

Book Excerpt: e are in a funny state of waiting for something to happen. Rumoursflying about all the time. We live on them--a bite off one, a slice offanother, a merry-thought off another. And so we learn the news of theworld. Papers when we get a chance of going into some town, and thenonly two days old, or else French, which are very scrappy. Often we getno news at all for three or four days, except what some passingambulance will vouchsafe. And usually they don't really know much. Sowhen there's an extra heavy strafing or an extra quiet lull we learnthat the entire German staff has been captured, or Rheims evacuated, orHolland sunk, or something else equally strange. The M.G.'s werehammering away furiously last night, and the whole line was lovely withstar shells hanging like arc lights in the air, and then dropping slowlyto earth. They light up everything like immense moons._June 28._Starting from the farm where the horses are hidden at nine o'clock lastnight (twenty-one, as we call it out here),Read More