My Grandfather’s Words: Saturday August 3, 1918


The weather promises to be hot again today.

Breakfast was corn flakes, milk, coffee, and spuds. At lunch we had roast pork, spuds, water, bread, and prunes. For supper we had lima beans, spuds, spaghetti with sauce, and bread.

Usual time of arising, am going on sick report this A.M. My side is sore. Went to the doctor and he marked me barracks for the day.

I had a fine dear letter from Honey Girl today. She is yet undecided what to do & the way is not clear to me yet either. She has not started to work up there yet, so she is just uncertain what the Lord’s will is for us. Sometimes it looks as if it would be better to wait awhile. If the war gives any indication of being over this fall & it does, something will be more certain. I think though, that I might be released before long to go back home. But one doesn’t know. I will just keep on asking God to guide us. He will I am sure of that.

I just lay around today – did not do a useful thing. Have not even read a portion of the Word yet. I just feel mean. There seems to be nothing here to do except stagnate. I read a book of Kipling’s called Plain Tales From the Hills. It isn’t very good, not good enough to waste a second reading on. For the most part it is just a series of tales about foolishness & folly in India.

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