Post Card to the Vicomte du Peloux
May 11, 1915.
Am en route to some hospital, having received a nice clean bullet through the thigh day before yesterday.
We made one glorious advance, breaking the German lines, driving them out of the trenches and advancing over open country fighting every step of the way. It lasted for five hours, and by then we had advanced three or four kilometers.
I do not know where I am going, but we are now in Abbeville, so that is on the route to Paris. If we go through there I will try to get off and go to the American Ambulance.