Eugáene Emmanuel Lemercier

The Argonne, France

The Argonne, France

evening.

Dear Mother,—Here we are in a billet after seventy-two consecutive hours without sleep, living in a nameless treacly substance—rain and filth.

I have had several letters from you, dear beloved mother; the last is dated January 1. How I love them! But before speaking of them I must sleep a little.

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