But as soon as the umpire rode away we would come to life, and go on fighting.

Finally, he took us prisoners, and made us sit down and look on at the battle.

As we had been running around and each carrying a forty-pound pack, we were glad to remain dead.

But we have declared that nothing can kill us tomorrow but asphyxiating gas.

I have terrible nightmares for fear something has happened to one of you, and then I trust in the good Lord, and pray him to make the time pass swiftly.
Good-night, and all the love and kisses for you both.
RICHARD.
On October 19, 1915, Richard sailed on the Chicago for France and his second visit to the Great War.