Boy did we get shelled last night. One shell threw mud all over the truck. Another one put holes through a couple of the fellows tents. How no one got hurt was a mystery. I made up my mind that unless shrapnel came through the truck, I wasn’t getting up. I was plenty scared at times. It rained all night and it is still raining. Boy is it miserable. I stayed on the truck most of the day. Wrote a few letters and addressed some Christmas cards. Bedtime and it’s still raining. I hope we soon get out of here. I even dread tonight.
Your Son, ‘Chick’
