Sunday, August 29, 1915.
It is pouring rain, it is sad to say, as the soldiers are having a little celebration. A band came from Noyon and the Count de Divonne made a speech, two of the men received their Croix de Guerre, the doctor made such a nice little speech to each of them. It was very touching to see the groups of men, some with arms in slings and others with legs and heads bandaged, and some who could not stand at all, still others were in their beds. The decorations were given in the Grand Salle.
I am not sure if all your letters reach me or not, sometimes I get two in a week and then again none for three weeks.
Thirty-three men go off to-morrow, some of them cured and back to the front, some who will never be better, and some to go home on convalescence.
To-day the florist in the village sent a clothes basket full of roses to the Ambulance for the fete. I thought of you and wished you could have some.