Letter 107
January
13, 1919
Demange,
France
Dear
Sweetheart,
I
bet you think I must be getting love sick to be writing again tonight, but
you’ll forgive me, won’t you dear? This
morning we left Berthleville, and came to Demange, about 12 kilometers west by
north. We arrived here about noon after mess. We started to rebuild the barns we
tore down before. After we get through I
do not know where we will go, but I hope it’s toward home, don’t you dear? Has
Clarence gotten home yet? Is he with his wife now? He told me in his last
letter he was getting married just as soon as he mustered out.
I suppose you can tell by the paper where I’m
at. Well it is a good place to write, so
I another page to you would not hurt. The snow is all gone, so we are having
the same kind of weather again. This town is the largest one we have ever been stationed
in. So you see, it is quite a treat for
some of the fellows. My pen went dry on
me tonight so I had to use this ink; but just overlook it, for if you are
anything like me, you would be happy to receive any letter regardless of paper
or writing.
Well
dear, do you remember that tune on the Victrola, Nellie Was a Lady, that you did not like and I used to play it just
to tease you? Well, I heard that again
tonight. My, how my thoughts traveled
back home, and how I would like to have been there even if I had to go home at
11 o’clock. Ha! Ha! Would you send me
home then?
Well
dear, I must say good night. Wishing
God’s protection around you is the loving wish I send to you.
With
oceans of love,
Henry
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