there well Al a man don't get to sleep no quicker nights from thinking
about it and I lay there night after night and wonder what and the he--ll
can she be doing and she might be doing most anything Al and they's only
the one thing that its a cinch she ain't doing and that's writeing a letter
to me and a man would pretty near think she had forgot my first name but
even at that she could set down and write to me and start it out Dear
Husband.

But the way she acts why even if they was any fun over here I wouldn't be
haveing it and suppose I do get on Gen. Pershing's staff and get a lieut.
or something and write and tell her about it, why she would probably wait
till a legal holiday to answer me back and then she would write about 10
words and say she went to the Palace last week and when she come out after
the show it was raining.

Well Al you can't blame a man for anything he pulls off when their wife
acts like that and if I give that little Ernestine a smack the next time
she bulges her lips out at me whose fault is it Al? Not mine.

Your pal, JACK.

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_Somewheres in France, March 20._

FRIEND AL: Well Al the sooner the Germans starts their drive let them come
and I only hope we are up there when they start it and believe me Al if
they come at us with the gas I will dive into it with my mouth wide open
and see how much of it I can get because they's no use Al of a man trying
to live with the kind of luck I have got and I'm sick in tired of it all.