Monday April 12 1915
Couldn’t sleep much, terrible noise. Severe rifle fire. Getting more used to things after my heavy baptism. Shells whistling all around us today.
Wonder how L(aura) getting on, poor child. Feel terrible heartache for her this last two months. Must be terribly lonely. Wonder if I ought to make these references in here. Continually thinking of the child. God bless her.
Weather continues lovely. Got a warm reception coming over with rations, nearly hit.