Letter 86

Letter 86

                                                                                                                                       Oct. 19, 1918

My Dear Sweetheart,

                 Once more I am taking the pleasure of writing to my most loved one.  It being Saturday night and nothing to do but to lie and my bunk and write.  I am feeling fine again, or much better tonight, for I’ve just received a letter from David.  It took eleven days for it to arrive.  I’d just gotten through writing to him.  I’ve written to Mother and Ward, so you see I am spending my spare time to a good advantage. 

                Well, dear love, Wednesday brought me my long looked for letters.  There were only four,  but they were just what I had longed for, for so long.  Oh dear, if you could have seen me, or have been a mouse in the corner, you would have seen the change on my face.  For it seemed to change from a long, sober one to one filled with smiles, and especially a little smile playing around my lips.  Even my eyes were filled with joy and love. 

                Oh, dear, if you should happen to stop sending them, alt he joy of life would be taken from me and life would not be worth living.  It is you I am trying to live for the honor I own my dear parents.

                In the last letter, I want you to forgive me for writing the way I did.  I only read the letter once, and I was not feeling very well.  I seemed to be in a stupor and all seemed blue to me.  It seemed to affect me so much, I could hardly sleep. But after reading it again, dear, I was sorry I wrote the way I did.  I hope that you will forgive me, dear sweetheart, for if you remember the night at Kaysville, (the last time), how jealous I was?  That same feeling came over me, which attacks me very often.  Well dear, if I were there, I’m sure you would know how it is.  Just imagine I was there and all will just be the same.  My love has increased in proportion, as your has, too.  When they say it is fit for me to return back to you, I will return all.

                Well dear, I am sending you a little Thanksgiving souvenir.  It is not very much, but it is about all I can send to you.  Before you forget, if you can get a bottle of glycerin and menthelatim, I would rather have them than candy or other things you may send.  For I have had more candy this week since landing.  Well dear, keep the same love burning in your heart. 

                                     My you ever be successful is the love and prayer of your sweetheart,

                                                                      Private Henry D. Call

                                                                        Co. A 313^th Engineers

                                                                        American E.F. France

                                                                        A.P.O. 795