t aox-re-,1’S.insasrasinar-ur-er-■1/4too, at Christmas, i am feeling tine now. Ilow is Grandpa? Tell him I thought of him when the 75 centi-meters were flying over my head. One morning the boche came over and tried to cut the wire in front of our trench but the poor fellow got quite a surprise, we greeted him with a bunch of bombs.“I am writing this on a bench in front of our dugout. There is a little battle going on in the air. Five planes are after a boche; so you see we have a little excitement here, too. —Jim.”