Within two weeks from June 15th I shall be on my way home.
Maybe.
I was rather counting on being able to go next week when Lt. Banker and his G-2 men leave. The major bucks. He says you can’t give up the News Dep’t. without the general’s order. The general is coming tomorrow. I’m still trying to talk the Major into getting the General to release me. Perhaps it will work.
Whether it does or not, the lab closes on June 1st. They are figuring on a month for packing up. That means we pull out on July 1st. It’s bad enough, but not so bad.
I saw the second part of “J’accuse” Saturday night. It is a bit long winded, but good.
On Sunday I had planned to see some of Paris, but it would so have grieved Ninette Streiff (There were tears in her eyes when I said I wouldn’t go.) that in the end I consented to go visit them on the Marne on Sunday morning. They and Mme. Streiff’s brother have a little shack right on the river at a place called Chennevieres about 10 kilometers from here.
The Marne is about as wide as the Passaic, but very swift. They have a sort of long canoe, propelled by double paddles. We had knock-down meals in their slap-to house and a splendid time.
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