"WE ARE WELL TREATED."
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A Frenchman from Normandy writes as follows to his wife:
"I must tell you that I am a prisoner of war. Chance, the great master of all things, willed it that our battalion was to be annihilated and that a few survivors, all uninjured, among them I, fall into the hands of the Germans. We were brought to P—— under guard. Don't worry about my fate, sweetheart. The Germans are treating us with extraordinary kindness; they look upon us as unfortunate enemies. We get our dinner—bread, coffee, apples, etc.—and when we have no tobacco they give us cigarettes."