Aug 16, 1918 War Diary: slaughter house rats
Got up early, made up our packs and started out. Walked about a mile to another little village where we were divided up and billeted by sections. My section is billeted in a loft over a slaughter house and every night the rats romp over us. I’ll be glad when we move from here. This is a very old little town and has a nice Catholic church. People are very dirty and poor. People don’t drink any water. Nothing but cider. We can buy it for 50 centimes (about 9 cents) a canteen (quart). Everybody wears wooden shoes here.

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