Same old Bill, eh Mable! by Edward Streeter
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death some mornin he wants to be able to show him we had plenty of
food on us when we slipped away. Hes smart all right, that fello. You cant tell what may happen before I have a chance to rite agen but we wont cross any bridges before we leap as the poets say. Yours to the last crum _Bill_ _Dere Mable:_ Were on the front at last in what they call a quiet sector. Most of the soldiers round this place is French. I understand there pretty sore at the Americans cause some of them came up here and began shootin up the Germans. Of course you cant have a decent war if nobodies goin to pay any atenshun to the rules. The worst part of the war is gettin to it. I been rained on so much the last week I feel like an old sponge. Every nite weve been marchin along thru the pitch dark with trucks an guns an everything else that rattles poundin along on each side. Nobody could strike a light durin the whole trip. Then when we get to this place the Frenchmen that we were goin to relieve came out in the road with lanterns to see who we were. Its a wonder the Captin didnt make us crawl up on our hands an knees. We finally got the guns in posishun. How we found the place in the dark is more than I can tell. Were in the middle of a ruined village. |
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