Tuesday June 6th, 1916
Quite a comfortable night. Breakfast wasn’t till eight as there
is nothing to do here, one or two calls at great intervals and otherwise
simply waiting for orders. It is still raining although the sun comes
out every little while. I showed in one of these little whiles and I feel
better for it, it is killing to see the different methods of sleeping.
Adamson was awakened from the amidst his essence came and lumbered where
he stowed himself away. Rumor has it now that we are going to Paris a
little place continually under shell fire. Another rumor is 6 kilometers
from Mont Honnue with a bureau under a shell – riddled tree. Orders
have been given to ship all unnecessary stuff back to Paris. I don’t
think anyone has any idea where we are going and keeps being put off and
put off as all army orders seem to be and we’ll probably end by
not going at all. Wrote letter Kay, haven’t much energy to do much
an account of the weather and the anxiety about moving. General came and
inspected the cars, that is he looked at two and then went away. Some
of us waited for him on the other side of the barn after he had gone,
in great suspense and were quite disappointed when we learned of his cursory
review. Rain still. Pike and I strolled around this evening and saw some
95’s from Beaumont. They passed through on our way to trenches at
Vaux. Some of them waved to us. This life is loving me. The mud is caked
all over my feet. I track it into my car and sleep amidst it. I got into
bed early tonight. Perry came around and chatted a bit and I wrote up
this journal.