After two bad nights in the billet owing to the lack of straw, the third night was interrupted by our sudden departure for our emplacement in the second line.
Superb weather, frost and sun.
Great Nature begins again to enfold me, and her voice, which is now powerful again, consoles me.—But, dear, what a hole in one’s existence! Yes, since my promotion I have lived through moments which, though less terrible, recalled the first days of September, but with the addition of many blessings. I accept this new life, with no forecast of the future.