This is some experience and I am glad I am here, but I would just as soon be through with it now as I have seen all the war I care about, only the finish, and I want to see that. I have had nearly two years of it and one in Belgium and one in France, at the front and am still alive and never a scratch or a day sick, and that is some record for a man past fifty-seven years old. I have slept out doors, in old ruins, barns, cellars, root houses, in fact any place that I could crawl for a rest, often I have slept under a tree, with my clothes all on and my horse saddled with her lines tied to my arm in case we were called on to get out in a hurry. We are now camped in an old shell wrecked town, not a whole building standing, in the fields the mud is ankle deep.
The work of this company is to draw all the material and rations up to the sappers, who are the ones that look after the repairs of the trenches, putting the barbed wire entanglements out in no man's land. It is all night work and very dangerous as Fritz shells the roads the men have to take.