Section Twelve is fast becoming the most religious of all the American sections at the front. It has its Sunday morning service in English with a Protestant minister from the French army in charge. A week ago Saturday one of the workmen in the artillery repair shop near by, dropped around to the cantonment and suggested our having a service every Sunday. He had been preaching in England for some time when the war broke out and when he found he couldn't get in the army as a chaplain he enlisted in the artillery. For several Sundays now we have been gathering together in the "Salle à Manger" tent and with the aid of a hymn book and a Bible which I brought along we have gotten on splendidly. He preaches well, is very sincere, and makes really very few grammatical errors.
Sammy and I are trying to find a way to get to Reims before we go up to the front again. It is only twenty-five miles, but we don't seem to be able to work it. We wouldn't be allowed to take a car that far and since dawn to dusk is our limit for hikes during our days on duty, it is hardly possible in this time to walk fifty miles, and see the city itself. Moreover, the Boches have been punishing
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