"I am at a camouflage station at present, driving a
three ton truck. We have to haul the supplies that come from
the front
two miles to a warehouse where they are checking up all these
goods. Most of it is paint, burlap, canvas, and woven wire. I
never thought there was so much wire and canvas in the world.
This is a small camp. But Dijon is a city of about one hundred
seventy-five thousand inhabitants. There are one hundred fifty
of us at this camp just now. We have warm barracks to sleep in
and plenty of good eats. The weather has not been very cold,
and they say this is the coldest month of the year. It gets dark
here at four now. There is lots of work to be done around here
before we can all leave."