Dead tired.

‘October 1, 1917 – It was a long trip,
dusty and nerve-racking but we could see clearly as the full moon gave us a
mellow light even through the mist. We got home at 3. A.M. and when we pulled
the car into place even the car complained of its long trip as a grinding
squeak was audible in one of the cylinder heads

I was dead tired but I couldn’t resist
reading your letters Ma. After I read them I climbed into bed some tired.

This morning, I didn’t wake up till 8 as
I was still tired and cold from last night.’

American ambulance/truck driver’s diary
in Aisne, France – Text and Photo ‘sleeping soundly – the drivers’ quarters’  Dartmouth