Over There, England. We disembarked at 9:30 A.M. on May 17th. In a few minutes we found ourselves on board an English train composed of a long line of compartment cars. This was comfortable travel when compared with that which the French troop trains which we learned about later. I never saw prettier country than that which we passed through in England. Rich fields, low rolling hills, canals, good roads, and fine looking live stock made this day's trip seem like a sight seeing tour. At Rugby, I got off to buy some "eats," as the train stopped for a few minutes. I had U.S. money, of course. I made my purchase (cookies) {and} [W]hen I came to paying ^{for my first purchase (cookies)}, international difficulties arose. The stuff was worth so much in English money but how much in my money. Neither the vendor[Page]nor I knew at once. So I held out a handful of change and left let the vendor take what he wanted. How much more or less he took than he should, I do not know to this day. He probably is still puzzling over it also. We passed through the outskirts of London. Toward evening we reached Folkestone near Dover. Here we slept on the floors of vacant houses. After we had quieted down for the night we heard rumblings which suggested ominous forebodings. No one had to tell us that what we heard was the guns from across the channel. The sound was like that ^of continuous rolling thunder. We were now being introduced to the thunder ^to which we had to listen to for almost six months, sometimes at a distance as now, but often right under it. In the morning we left for Dover. This was another beautiful ride. We began to get hungry. We were fed emergency rations. At Dover, as we waited for our boat to take us across the Strait, boat loads of sick and wounded arrived on their way to "blighty." Most of them were stretcher cases. We also saw many ships with large holes in there testifying to the effect ^of submarine warfare about which we had read so much about for three years. It also