Entry # 17 November 27th 1915
We left for Francequeville. We stopped there one night. But it was the night of my life. The cold was intense and I had no blanket. Besides being billeted in a barn, or two walls and half a roof to be exact. We lit a fire, and around this we sat praying for "Reveille" and trying to keep ourselves warm. However morning came and we were not at all sorry.
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