This is a gala day despite a steady downpour. In the first place, they paid us at noon. In the second place, Frank treated to supper tonight, and it was good. Also – at 11 A.M. in the midst of some real work, I got a terrible toothache. I couldn’t think. One of the officers asked me to do some interpreting and I didn’t know what he, the frog or I was saying. So I came over to quarters and got the medico to put something on it for temporary relief. It certainly was temporary. This afternoon I went downtown and the army dentist said there was nothing to do but draw it. He did; it didn’t hurt – much. So I’m minus a back tooth. How does that sound for a gala day? Tomorrow will be another, I think. I’m going to get my hair cut.
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Letters from Sidney Friend During The Great War 