Friends of France; . WHAT NIGHT TRIPS WITHOUT LIGHTS SOMETIMES MEAN. THE DANGERS OF THE ROAD THE INSPECTORS LETTER BOX I thought was the road and kept on toward a slight,glimmering light I could see in the right direction. Itwas an enclosure for mules which haul ammunitionover the mountains, and I felt safe again, for I knewthere were a lot of Territorial soldiers with hauled them out of bed; it was then Theycame with me and pushed me back on the road, alsopushed me along — ten of them — until they got meon the descent, and from there on the weight of mycar carried me down throug
Friends of France; . WHAT NIGHT TRIPS WITHOUT LIGHTS SOMETIMES MEAN. THE DANGERS OF THE ROAD THE INSPECTORS LETTER BOX I thought was the road and kept on toward a slight,glimmering light I could see in the right direction. Itwas an enclosure for mules which haul ammunitionover the mountains, and I felt safe again, for I knewthere were a lot of Territorial soldiers with hauled them out of bed; it was then Theycame with me and pushed me back on the road, alsopushed me along — ten of them — until they got meon the descent, and from there on the weight of mycar carried me down through the drifts. I arrived atthe hospital at and was the happiest man youhave ever seen to get those poor fellows there was sent back to Mittlach the next day to getfour more wounded. They were what are called assis,not couches, fortunately, because the snow on top ofTrekopf had been falling and drifting all day andnight. When I got to the top of the mountain andstarted down, the roads had been broken and beatendown by munition wagons and were like
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