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a month before we had a real cold weather in Laille. After twenty-four hours rise in these, our last box cars, we arrived at Brest at 1 P. M. and made a long, hard march up a steep hill for six miles to Camp Pontenazen, in the heat of the afternoon. As soon as we fell out, everybody sought the water taps which were in great demand for two hours afterwards. We were quartered here in square, pyramidal squad tents and took our meals at No. 16 kitchen. The system of feeding the troops at Camp Fontenazen was wonderful. Everything was handled here on a grand scale and in perfect order. After six days stay in Brest with constant physical inspections and equipment inspections, some of which were held at midnight, we started on our last hike on French soil at 1 P. M. May 19, 1919. The six mile march down to the wharf was down hill all the way and was much different than when we came up. We arrived at the dock and each man was checked as he answered to his name. We boarded the lighter and at 5 P. M. were aboard the Rotterdam and sailed out of Brest harbor on the next evening. Actually being on board the homeward-bound troop ship was one of the main events in the lives of every member of the company. This was what we had been looking forward to every since the Armistice and here we were at last actually homeward bound. The Rotterdam stopped at Plymouth, England, where Elsie Janis with her mother boarded the boat. She gave all the troops on board a show in the second cabin dining-room on the way home. She danced on one of the tables at which I was sitting and showed her black petticoat and other scenery, much to the delight of all those sitting at the table. She sang the song about the German bomber and told us -105-