Oh mommy how I wish I were just your little boy again, running around messing up your kitchen and doing my best to keep from washing the dishes. I hope someday this war business is just a bad dream in our memories, but right now it's rather real and being back home with those we love is the thing we're all dreaming about.
One thing you don't have to do though is worry about me. Living in pup tents and working in the rain isn't pleasant but although Field rations aren't too tasty they are nourishing and the physical work is all good for us. I really feel tops mom. The French do a swell job of supplementing our diet too-they're always bringing me apples, plums and pears and also some of their wonderful brown bread which is quite dry (Baked 5 Hrs in an adobe fire-less cooker) but sweet and is rather scarce.
What does Polly hear from Jim? I hope some mail comes soon then I'll probably know, but word from home is more precious than gold cause it brings you all so much nearer. Lu
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