You know me Al.
Your pal, JACK.
CHAPTER II
PRIVATE VALENTINE
_Somewheres in France, Feb. 2._
FRIEND AL: Well Al here I am only I can't tell you where its at because the
censor rubs it out when you put down the name of a town and besides that
even if I was to write out where we are at you wouldn't have no idear where
its at because how you spell them hasn't nothing to do with their name if
you tried to say it.
For inst. they's a town a little ways from us that when you say it its Lucy
like a gal or something but when you come to spell it out its Loucey like
something else.
Well Al any way this is where they have got us staying till we get called
up to the front and I can't hardly wait till that comes off and some say it
may be tomorrow and others say we are libel to be here a yr. Well I hope
they are wrong because I would rather live in the trenches then one of
these billets where they got us and between you and I Al its nothing more
then a barn. Just think of a man like I Al thats been use to nothing only
the best hotels in the big league and now they got me staying in a barn
like I was a horse or something and I use to think I was cold when they had
us sleeping with imaginery blankets out to Camp Grant but I would prespire
if I was there now after this and when we get through here they can send us
up to the north pole in our undershirt and we would half to keep moping the
sweat off of our forehead and set under a electric fan to keep from
sweltering.
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