The Carlisle independent., 1918-10-31

was hard not to laugh. Also it seemed
 funny to me, because I did not rightly
 know just what they were giving me i the medal for-though it was for one | of swo thipgs-and I do not know to
 this day. But I thought it would not | be polite to ask, so l let it go at that.
 There were twelve other naval off, cprs who were present and they and all the other people did q lot of cheer | ing and vived me to fare-you-wen. l It was great stuff, altogether. and l ! should have liked to get medal every ] day.
 One day I received letter from a man who had been in my company in the Foreign Legion and with whom l had been pretty chummy. His letter was partly in French and partly in English. It was all about who had been killed and who had been wound ed He also mentioned Murray's death, which he had heard about, and about my receiving the Croix de Guerre I was wishing he had said something about Brown, whom I had not heard from and who knew would visit me if he had the chance.
 But two or three days later I got another letter from the same man and when opened it out tumbled photo graph At first all saw was that it was the photograph of man erucifed with bayonets, but when I looked at it closely I saw it was Brown. l tainted then, just like a girl.
 When came to I could hardly make myself think about it. Two of my pals gone! It hurt me so much to think of it that I crushed the letter up in my hand, but later on I could read parts of it. It said they had found Brown this way near Dixmude about two days after he had been re- ported missing. So three of us went over and two stayed there. It seems very strange to me that both of my pals should be crucified and if I were superstitious I do not know what I would think about it. It made me sick and kept me from recovering as fast as I would have done otherwise. Both Brown and Murray were good pals and very good men in a fight. 1 often think of them both and about the things we did together. but lately I have tried not to think about them much because it is very sad to think what torture they must have had to stand. They were both of great credit to this country.
 The American consul visited me quite often and I got to calling him Sherlock because he asked so many questions. We played lots of games together, mostly with dice, and had great time generally. After 1 became convalescent he argued with me that l had seen enough, and though really did think so-howeyer much disliked what l had seen-he got my discharge from the service on account of phys ical inability to discharge the usual duties. After I had been at the hos pital for a little over a month I was discharged from it, after little party in my ward with everyone taking part and all the horns blowing and all the IeCofuS except lily laNoIite urge played one after another.
 Sherlock arranged everything for me-my passage to New York, cloth ing, etc. ran up to St. Nazaire and saw my grandmother, loafed around while and also visited Lyons.
 After short time I returned to Brest and got my passage on the Georgic for New York. I had three trunks with me full of things I had picked up around Europe and had been keeping with my grandmother. Among my belongings were several things I should like to show by pho tographs in this book, but no one but mermaids can see them now, for down to the locker of Davy Jones they went.