The records of the Twenty-sixth will prove that.

Gas.

I was slated for out here--the recuperation hospital at Denver.

But we managed to persuade the army authorities that I could get better treatment at home, and they gave me a disability discharge in about ten months--honorable, of course.
After a while, I went back to work, still weak, but rather eager to get at it, in an effort to gather up the strands which had become tangled by the war.

I was in the real-estate business then, for myself.