Dere Mable - Love Letters of a Rookie by Edward Streeter
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on guard,
_Bill._ _Dere Mable:_ I would have rote sooner but I had such a cold I couldnt say nothin for most a weak. Well Mable, we et all the food like the cook said but we aint in France yet. I guess he aint got as many brains as he said he had. Everyone is sore at him cause we didnt kick at none of his food for more than a weak thinkin that when wed et it all wed go away. He thinks its funny an says "Do youse guys think this war is a Cooks tour?" I hate fellos what tries to get out of things by bein smart. Everythings covered with mud includin me. I seem to attract mud like I was a maggot, Mable. Yesterday I spent all the afternoon shinin up for guard sos to be the Colonels orderly. Then I step out of the tent and flui. The Sargent says, "Smith dont you know enuff not to go on guard lookin like that?" I even got mud in my hair. Max Glucos says when he combs his its like rakin out a garden. From what I seen of him though I dont see how he found out. [Illustration: "I EVEN GOT MUD IN MY HAIR"] [Illustration: "THE WATER COMES THROUGH ON ME"] |
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