Ambulance no10 : personal letters from the front . has just struck six — a convoywagon rumbling along the road raises acloud of golden dust — then silence again. Lately I have discovered a beautifulgarden full of fruit and flowers where anold man still stays as caretaker. Schroe-der and I go there often and eat the fruitwhich is spoiling on the trees. Sometimes — when the days work isdone — and there is a quiet hour here, itis good to think of other gardens far awaywhere the salt air comes in from the sea — or often the fog, on these still summerevenings. I can understand now the lureof peace
Ambulance no10 : personal letters from the front . has just struck six — a convoywagon rumbling along the road raises acloud of golden dust — then silence again. Lately I have discovered a beautifulgarden full of fruit and flowers where anold man still stays as caretaker. Schroe-der and I go there often and eat the fruitwhich is spoiling on the trees. Sometimes — when the days work isdone — and there is a quiet hour here, itis good to think of other gardens far awaywhere the salt air comes in from the sea — or often the fog, on these still summerevenings. I can understand now the lureof peace — and so I am doubly gratefulthat those of you for whom I care most FIELD SERVICE 155 have chosen to work — rather than to for-get the struggle here. When I come backto you some day, we shall feel a greaterpeace and sympathy for knowing thatwith the same eagerness, if in differentways, we have tried to serve and to savethose men whose heroism makes our besteffort seem a very small thing. THE END CAMBRIDGE • MASSACHUSETTSU . S . A.
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