Since the firing stopped at 11am, they are starting to really believe the fighting is over. They're still in a muddy trench so it doesn't feel much different except for the oppressive silence. He writes about his visit to Paris, including his experience taking taxis and meeting two American girls who were part of a theater troupe invited by the Y.M.C.A. They saw the show and found out that one of them was the leading lady in the show, and afterwards they had champagne in her dressing room. Currently he is sitting under a stone culvert beneath a road, which is one of the odder places he's taken shelter, although he'd rather be there than the dirty billets. They are hoping that the censorship restrictions will be lifted soon so he might write to her more freely. There are lots of rumors going around about when they will be sent home, and Clint is hopeful it will be by next winter.
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