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August 19/1917- Dearest Mother- Am writing this on the road, while waiting for dark before going further - so you must pardon worse penmanship than usual. We started at about one o'clock this afternoon, took a load of barbed wire, and are now waiting until dark to cross an open stretch of road. There seem to be quite a little doing on the plateau, judging from the sound of the guns, but then one can hardly tell. They
keep going on pretty much all of the time. A German plane must be passing - for the sky is covered in one direction with the little white puffs of bursting shrapnel. It must be too high up for us to see, or behind a cloud. If the French average one Boch plane to a thousand shells - or five thousand - I shall be surprised. It seems as though the guns are
pointed upward and a prayer given that luck will bring down a plane. I am certainly feeling horrible today and guess I must be just that kind of company. Must have caught cold - although I can't see how. Will bring this to a rapid close. My thoughts are always with you at home. Have given up hoping for letters - just taking them as agreeable surprises when they arrive. Love- Ned.
From the service of James E. (Ned) Henschel, Co. B Reserve Mallet--French Army, American Field Service, Quartermaster Corps, General Hdgts., and Motor Transport Co. 831.
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Henschel, James (Ned) Edward
World War I