Pouring rain – no work, so I have some time to write. Really I wasn’t so foolish, as I may have sounded. The entertainment was a regular church entertainment. Several people got up and sang a great deal of bad music very badly. A couple of fair impersonations, and some negro melodies completed the program. Afterward there was dancing which I enjoyed very much asleep in my bed.
The identification boys left this morning. Still can’t tell when we shall. The only thing that hasn’t been worked is figuring out the date by Bible verses. — This afternoon I am orderly, which is a fine indoor do-nothing job.
This is a cheerless night. A wet tent’s a dismal place, so I’m in the day room among a pool table, phonograph and drill a lot so the war will be over next week. It’s beginning to bore me. The inaction, I think.
Letters from Sidney Friend During The Great War 