Dere Mable - Love Letters of a Rookie by Edward Streeter
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Most of all thats confidential but I dont care if you read it to some of
your friends just to give em a good idea of what war is. Some of the things aint very nice of course. If your ritin big stuff though you got to put in everything that comes into your head, or else you lose the punch. I think the ends the best. A lot of fellos has said that. We ought to have more of that. It gets the slackers. The Rine is a German river where they make wine near Berlin, Mable. You keep menshuning a fello named Broggins in your letters. Now I aint got a spark of jelusy in my nature. Big. Thats me all over, Mable. But I warn you frankly. If I ever catch one of those ailin enemies windin up your victrola Ill kick him out of the house. Thats only fair. It isn't that I care a snap. Theres plenty of girls waitin for me. Its just the principul of the thing. Dont think for a minit that I care. I just menshun it cause I couldnt think of nothin else to say. Yours till you here otherwise, _Bill._ _Pom de mon oie:_ You say that like oie yoy in Yiddish. It means apple of my eye. I never saw an apple in nobodys eye, Mable, but I guess thats some French custom. |
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