English Nurses with Americans in France, item 9

• January 23, 2018 23:15:57 Caroline Cantor

  "Camp - de - Grasse."  In French 

  
  

  Closing my eyes I can see it all.

  Those lovely huts to all a wonder.

  The windows specially made to fall

  When we had storms + that thunder

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  The beds we had there we're fit for Kings

  Made of straw from the Yankee's own land

  Dust in them made you think you had things

  That at night hop about on your hand

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  Every evening when the sun went West

  Sweet perfumes rose for us to inhale.

  Indoors we'd run as if from a pest

  For strong perfume is bad for Waacs frail.

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  Our fine Mess.Hall I can see in my mind

  So fragrant, + clean + so cool

  Cooks more obliging you never would find

  To help us they'd break any rule

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