Well Al the reporter that asked me to write up the verses ain't been around
since and probably he has went up to the front or somewheres and I am glad
of it and I hope he forgets all about it because in the first place I am
not one of the kind that is crazy to get in the papers and besides I am to
busy to be monking with stuff like that. Yes they keep us on the jump all
the wile and we are pretty well wore out when night comes around but a
man wouldn't mind it if we was learning something but the way it is now
its like as if we had graduated from college and then they sent us to
kindegarden and outside of maybe a few skulls the whole regt. is ready
right now to get up there in the trenches and show them something and I
only wished we was going tomorrow but I guess some of the boys would like
it to never go up there but would rather stay here in this burg and think
they was haveing a good time kidding with the French gals and etc. but
that's no business for a married man and even if I didn't have no family
the French gals I seen so far wouldn't half to shew me away and I been
hearing all my life what swell dressers they was but a scout for the Follys
wouldn't waist no time in this burg.
But I'm sick in tired of the same thing day in and day out and here we been
in France 2 wks. and all we done is a little riffle practice and stuff
we had back home and get soping wet every day and no mail and I wouldn't
wonder if Florrie and little Al had forgot all about me and if Secty.
Daniels wired them that Jack Keefe had been killed they would say who and
the hell is he.
So all and all they can't send us up to the front to quick and it seems
like a shame that men like I should be held back just because they's a
few birds in the regt. that can't put on a gas mask yet without triping
themself up.
Your pal, JACK.
* * * * *
_Somewheres in France, Feb. 13._
FRIEND AL: Well Al wait till you hear this and I bet you will pop your eyes
out. I guess I all ready told you about Miss Moselle the little lady over
to the Red X canteen. Well I was over there the day before yesterday and
she wasn't around nowheres and I was glad of it because I didn't want to
see her and just dropped in there to get something to eat and today I was
in there again and this time she was there and she smiled when she seen me
and come up and begin talking and she asked me how I liked it and I said I
would like it a whole lot better if we was in the fighting and she asked me
if I didn't like this town and I said well no I wasn't nuts about it and
she said she didn't think I was very complementary so then I seen she
wanted to get personal.
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