like to be transferred. I said home if it was the same to him. So there
goin to send me to the artillery. This is a very dangerous and useful
limb of the servus, Mable. I dont kno my address. Just write me care of
the General.

I got the red muffler that your mother sent me. Give her my love just
the same

yours relentlessly,
_Bill_.

[Illustration: "I JUST FOUND IT IN MY BAKIN CAN"]



_Dere Mable_:

I havnt rote for some time I had such sore feet lately. When they broke
up our regiment and sent me over to the artillery I thought I was goin
to quit usin my feet. That was just another roomor.

Thanks for the box of stuff you sent me. I guess the brakeman must have
used it for a chair all the way. It was pretty well baled but that dont
matter. And thanks for the fudge too. That was fudge wasnt it, Mable?
And the sox. They dont fit but I can use them for somethin. A good
soldier never throws nothin away. An thank your mother for the half pair
of gloves she sent me. I put them away. Maybe sometime shell get a
chance to nit the other half. Or if I ever get all my fingers shot off
theyll come in very handy.