Shells fell
in the yard, one struck the corner of the house. The soldiers next door
have gone, and my place can only be opened in the evenings. Things are
pretty hot, I started out visiting the batteries to-day, but was driven
back and could get out only by the back entrance to the yard. I am told by
a soldier of the Intelligence Dept., that their bombardment is what is
known as a "Million-Dollar Barrage," and that all were fortunate to have
passed through it, he also told me the number and nature of the shells. I
served hot chocolate this Tuesday night and noticed that my hands were
very red.
_Wednesday, 22:_ I visited the Battery in their trenches again and
took them food. My eyes are affected by the gas, and I got treatment at
the Evacuating Hospital. Some shells come very close to my dugout--to-day
thirty feet, fifty feet and twenty feet. I gather up a box full of
remnants. I find I am gassed by a contact with the poor fellow coming in
whom I took to the doctor. I get treatment two or three times for my eyes
and throat. My hands begin to crack and smart. The flesh comes off from my
neck and other parts of my body. I had a fine meeting with boys in dugout
and am again visited by the doughboys and officers.
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