August 4, 1918. Dear Folks: Sunday, rather a bad day in Alsace Lorraine, five miles behind the German border, up in the great mountains every ten minutes brings a shower, but between the clouds cast shadows over the peaks and more wonderful scenery is hard to fine. Everything is quiet here, the church bells ring every few minutes and as the church is next us, we hear the church music and organ. It is hard to realize that there is a war going on, except for the communiqué which by the way is fine today. “On advance of ten kilometers on a fifty kilometer front.” This on a country where we have seen action and know the ground. The big thing we see in this is not the advance, but that we can advance and have plenty of protection to take care of the German army which is reported massed on the Somme front. A couple of evenings ago we had an American band concert (outdoor) with the peasants in their Alsace costumes and wooden shoes as the big majority for audience. Well folks, I have plent
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