Teacher's account of an American soldier who was killed in France. * * * * * An excerpt from the beginning: One day in October, 1918, an American soldier sat in a "little pit" in a wood, writing a letter home. The principal thesis of his letter was jam, cited as "one of the most vital topics about camp now." There was also a good deal about a cup of apple sauce, lately given him by a princely comrade; the repairing of trousers with the aid of a housewife, also a recent gift; wool socks, rainy weather and the prospect of billets; something of small happenings at home. In concluding, the soldier apologized for the material thinness of his letter, saying: "Our days are uneventful, and 'there is nothing much to say." The "little pit" which the writer mentioned was an improvised dug-out. The "wood" he referred to flanked the Argonne Forest. The'' uneventful days'' were the days of the American offensive of September-November last: the colossal and terrible operation of our armies on the Meuse which, if Marshal Foch's word is worth anything, "broke the Boche's back," and which history is likely to record as one of the great decisive battles of all time.