You can imagine how many ambulances it takes to carry all these cases, I mean motor cars, each carries four tiers and eight pitters. The roads are good but there are 70,000 motor carriers in France and you'd think they all passed this way every day. The traffic is enormous and has to be controlled by traffic control men, at every corner. Whole divisions pass in and out of the line. Think of the transport and as it gets right into the danger zone the roads are so plowed up by shells that no rig can go. Then they pile food, ammunition, etc. on pack mules and lead these along narrow lands near one and he jumps off the track. He is napoo. They shoot it right away as he goes to the neck in mud. The whole place is churned up and full of shell holes. One never saw such mud. The place is thick with dead mules. I never thought there were so many mules on earth. Some days 100 of them pass here, was going to a town 10 miles from here last Thursday. It was a fine road, but we came to a corner where troops and transports were passing out and the traffic control man hurried us back, said he could not get through till night. It was then 10 a.m. People in Idaho have no idea what it means where millions of men are moving. They soon wear out the roads. We have thousands of men all the time repairing roads. In some districts the stones and brick of the houses of the town are all on the roads now, the town being flat as Camas prairie. 