The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-04-14

uiar as the smallpox with his teuoN men.
 Since last writing you. I have been moved from my former station for sort of a rest. as 'twere, away from the regime of shell fire, and am now only subject to air raids, which are coming more regular with the nice weather, but at that it is relief to get away from the continuous rum-drum-drum of the artillery fire. spent five months un- der it and got so used to it's noise that miss it now.
 The Hun" has passed through these parts and oh, folks, I wish you could see the destruction he has wrought in the nearby village. I dare say there isn't a half dozen buildings left of the one-time prosperous town. It IS positively gruesome.and ghost like to walk through it's streets on a moonlight night, with the skeletons of the one-time homes, chateaus and business blocks painted against the sky. There are few of the inhabitants here and those only who run stores for the "soldat,' so that he may get his win" or ''venard," as it is commonly known as, French red wine. It's not very popular with the Amer ican end he rather pre.ers the water, even if it is muddy and hard to take. Oh, well, again, 'tcest la guerre.'' The hardest battle we've got to fight, ana IL TdSeS oay ana nlSnt, IS lOuSuiicSS and home-sickness. There's no cure for this but "mail day." and at that some times it's mighty hard to fight it off and be cheerful, because you knows in life there's just:
 TIME AND YOU. There's times when the spirit within you Is bound to drop way below par, There's times when you're bound to be
 lonely
 rrrl t-@ 4- rxr1,o NOT
 are.
 There are times when you wish you were
 "back there,' Cause this life conteared seems mighty
 slow,
 But given the chance fore it's over, You know well that you wouldn't go. There are times when the very mon
 otony
 Of this life seems to loose it's worth
 while,
 There are times when you're bound to
 be grouchy
 And. damn it, its durn hard to smile. There's times when there isn't no sun
 shine
 And life seems to lose all its glow, You wish you were back in the U. S. A. But given the chance, would you go?
 
 happy,
 Life is gioriously grand, filled with joy, There's the times when you get her
 letters,
 Though a man. to her you're just "her
 boy
 There are times when your duties are
 pleasures,
 And things just seem to run along so, IT someone asked if you wanted to go
 hco
 You know durn well you'd sure say
 No"
 There are times when you get a package All filled with good things to eat Those are the times when the heart that's
 in you
 Pounds to trip hammer beat. There are times that come after s.pay Your pockets are bulging with dough There's the times that you have a-spend- "Go back to the states?" You wouldn't
 go.
 There are times when you'n be remem-
 bering
 >Those days when they've all gone by. There are times when you'll be recallin 2 The joys of it all with a sigh. There are times you'll recall Tom and
 Harry.
 Dick, Benny. Charlie and Joe. There are times when you'n De glad with
 in you
 You were one of the first ones to 20. There are times when you can make
 some one happy,
 So don't waste the moments at hand. Cause it's said that Time waits for no
 man."
 And smile can do more than a damn. And there's times when a smiles mighty
 welcome,
 Gloom's replaced by it's sunny glow. And you're bound to have friends in the
 making,
 So, smile, damn you, as through life
 you go
 In rewriting these efforts at poetry CD feel as if I was imposing upon your good natures, but, folks, as I apolo- gized the last time, I find this a good way to express that within me. And then, again, these things sort of cheer the boys up, at least I hope they do. Back in the yesterday I travelled through the south with my mother and | recall that trip with great deal of pleasant memories. I visited Mobile. as recall and, oh how I loved it! I spent sometime at Pass Christian, and if I'm fortunate in coming through this affair I'm sure going back to the south, if only for trip, which hope I'll be able tc make
 Again thanking The Age-Herald. again thanking all those I have heard from, I want to close with a heart full of love for all of you, and just one added word We're goin' to win'-thats our slogan so watch us. Respectfully yours. TED SULLIVAN. Private Eugene C. Sullivan, Med. Dept, 18th Engineers Ry.), A. E. F. Censored by: F. O. Nash, First Lieut., Company A.