Somewhere in France
August 26, 1918

Dear Brother:-

Your dandy long letter arrived last Friday and tool just one month lacking two days to reach me. Believe me I was glad to get it. Tonight, just a few moments ago I got a letter from mother, that last one she mailed to me at camp before I left. Also I got a real , long interesting letter from Carly

But I did so throughly enjoy the letter from you Win, so complete in its news and everything. Have not run across Herbert Forbes or Billie Northrup yet, even to know where they are in this "little squabble". We are allowed no weekend or day passes as yet, so we must confine ourselves to our small area. However, I do not mind that, as my work here keeps me busy every day, and then again it is such a beautiful spot that we are located in that, I don't mind the restrictions a bit. There is a city not far from us that I would like to visit very much before I move along nearer the front,

So "Vini"[?] Henry is back home again rejected, is he? I should think he would be absolutely discouraged. As badly as he wants to get into the fight, it's hard luck he can't, I'll say.

So mother keeps busy knitting, does she? She is doing well with the socks I should say. Well, I guess we'll need them all, if we continue our fighting another winter. I am so glad mother is being so brave, and she might as well not worry about me, as God will take care of me, and I am in the very best of health. I am going to have some small pictures taken of me soon and will send you all your share, and if you don't say I'm as fat as ever, why you simply will be a poor judge.

Say, you had quite a demonstration in Hopedale when news reached the United States about Yanks advancing, didn't you? I guess everyone home now is getting waked up to the fact that the home boys are not in the war. It will do the people good.

We have just received the news over here of what President Wilson's terms of Peace are with Germany and believe me, he's some man. Of course Germany will not agree to all his demands. Well if she won't, why we'll just go ahead and clean the "hell" off the earth, and we're doing it, don't you forget it.

We had with us here at the chateau today a French soldier 21 years of age, who is enjoying a long furlough because of a certain great deed he did, of which I cannot write you. I have made skeleton notes of different happenings which I can tell you all about shortly when I return home. Let me tell you that French people adore the Yankee Doodle boys.

I hear glowing reports about raspberry jam and preserves. Sounds good to me, but I wager it would taste better to me just at present than it sounds. When I get back on mother's rations once more you'll never hear a yip out of me, for I'll just go to it.

I am going to send the Insurance Policy with a letter to Washngton from here that I carted all the way over here with me. I hope that by now you have heard about the correction in the policy and now that mother has the entire $10,000 policy. If she hasn't you'd better drop a line to Washington, too. Also I hope that pesky allotment is straightened out and coming along all right. That surely has caused a lot of trouble, but ought to straighten out eventually. Remember when you write Washington about the above matters always give my serial number which is 1,666,285.

In the letter that Uncle Fred wrote you, did he comment on the engagement of Dot and I? I presume he thought me too young yet for taking such a step. I imagine when I do fianally heat from him he will be pleaqsed just the same.

There is not much I can say about my doings here. Day after tomorrow we will have been in our present place three weeks. I imagine we'll move again in a couple of weeks, but I do like it right where we are. Now Win, write just as often as you want to. Next time I write I'll try and write you in ink on better paper but I know you don't mind this. Take good care of yourself and especially the dear, sweet mother and with piles and piles of love and kisses to mother, remembrances to all my friends and lots of love to yourself, I am

Your loving brother
Mort

[This P.S. appeared at the top of the first page of the letter.]
P.S. If you went to the Atwell's camp I know you had one dandy time. Tell me about it. Remember me to the Atwell's.

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