"From there we took the train and got off somewhere and hiked all night and got to Leizy, near St. The, and there had some training; also saw a few air battles from a distance. We hiked from there to Plain Fing and stayed there a few days. Remember, we had not heard any Jack Johnson's yet, so we started to leave there and were halted. Word came back that the boche were shelling the road—that made us take notice. I was feeling kind of sick all evening. We started and by taking a short cut we just got by when Fritz cut loose the first one. We heard it singing through the air and 'bang' helmets went on in a second-felt like peanut shells before they were too heavy and in the meantime, I was feeling much better." 