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when the fateful 11th of November came around
we were found up on the Meuse. Said one of
the Colnels at G.H.Q., looking over the reports of
the 81st, "By God, here's the 11th F.A. It got up
front, God knows how it got ammunition,
God knows where; it fired at God knows what
and it finished 300 meters ahead of the infantry.
That beats me." And our colnel's name is Peace!

Right now we are billeted in three little
villages in the Côte d'Or. I am living in Villaines
about 90 kilometers north of Dijon - on the
Dijon-Chatillon route. My present job is
assistant unit supply officer, but I'm on a
peculiar sort of Special Duty status as editor
of a book for the regiment. I guess
there's ink in my blood.

I had a letter from Dari Stark yesterday. She's
secretary for Mrs. Hoover in Washington. Agnes
Gray sends me The New France, a magazine she
is helping edit (It published some of my stuff not long
since). Tom Cliff is laying in a tremendous stock of
liquid against my return. You probably hear from
Chester oftener than I. I had a letter the other day.
He was well, and work had slacked up. I am still
anathema to Marge Bailey. Carol Wilson is
editing the Review. You probably heard of the deaths
of Dorothy Metz and Hi Fisk. I haven't met
any Stanford people of mutual acquaintance since I've
been over. Did you knokw Brad Sargent? He