The last night and the night before were more or less like the old stuff, except much easier. We are allowed to use lights when it rains and anyway, there is a fine moon which lights up the roads even though it also helps air raids. After about eleven P.M., the roads here are absolutely deserted. Last night I made a trip of about 25 miles about midnight. Not a thing but one truck did I see. The night before I was up until four A. M. and I didn't see even a cart from 12 on.
The runs here are pretty long from this post. We are at what is known as a "Smista menta' or distributing post. The men are brought in here, bandaged and shipped right out again to all the various hospitals. The latter are all around. There is one for serious cases only 4 kilometers away and then there are two or three others all over 25 kilometers and one 35 kilometers distant. That makes quite a run in a Ford for one always has to count the return distance, too. Yesterday I did about 155 kilometers from five o'clock on till 1 A. M. I did 124 in 3 trips. That's about the same as from home to Hoboken, then back home and down to Hoboken again.
I'm sorry about Bet. It seems as soon as leave home somebody always has measles, but abscesses should be ruled off. It's getting rather dark to write, so I must be coming to a close.
I am mighty glad I got put with this section as there certainly is a great bunch in it. A lot of California boys, 2 others from my class at college and 4 or 5 in 1921. Gus Noyes and Harry Gibbs are the two other 1920 fellows. Jim Eaton (1921) is also one of the gang I play in with. He comes from Lawrence, Mass.
Now I must stop as I can hardly see.