Well its warmer in bed then setting here writeing so I will close for this
time.
Your pal, JACK.
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_Somewheres in France, Feb. 4._
FRIEND AL: Well Al I am writeing this in the Y. M. C. A. hut where they
try and keep it warm and all the boys that can crowd in spends most of
their spare time here but we don't have much spare time at that because its
always one thing another and I guess its just as well they keep us busy
because every time they find out you are not doing nothing they begin
vaxinating everybody.
They's enough noise in here so as a man can't hear yourself think let alone
writeing a letter so if I make mistakes in spelling and etc. in this letter
you will know why it is. They are singing the song now about the baby's
prayer at twilight where the little girl is supposed to be praying for her
daddy that's a soldier to take care of himself but if she was here now she
would be praying for him to shut up his noise.
Well we was in the trenchs all day not the regular ones but the ones they
got for us to train in them and they was a bunch of French officers trying
to learn us how to do this in that and etc. and some of the time you could
all most understand what they was trying to tell you and then it was stuff
we learnt the first wk. out to Camp Grant and I suppose when they get so as
they can speak a few words of English they will tell us we ought to stand
up when we hear the Star spangle Banner.
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