Same old Bill, eh Mable! by Edward Streeter
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page 58 of 87 (66%)
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had quit everybody began poppin out of the ground agen. As soon as we
was all up shh-bang. Angus cut his eye on a rock in the bottom of a shell hole. Hell be able to give pointers to Annie Kellerman when he gets home. If he ever gets wounded Ill bet itll be in the sole of the foot. After that the Lootenant decided he wouldnt keep us out any longer. He was afraid wed miss our mess. The war is changin some people. Well Mable Ill rite you agen in a few days if I dont get put on detached service with the Angels. until then yours exclusively _Bill_ _Dere Mable:_ I suppose you thought I was dead for the last two weeks. You was so near to right a couple of times I wanted to get something definite on it before I rote you. I been havin newmonya now in the hospittle for ten days. I havnt been so sore since I had the mumps Crismus vacashun. After duckin half the shells the Croup people ever turned out I had to get hit with a cold in the head. I bet I get the chicken pox on my honeymoon. An now here I am holdin down an irun cot that creeks when you turn over, missin all the fun an not even goin to get a wound stripe. The worst of it they tell me I got as much chance of gettin back to my battery as I havin of catchin the Croun Prince. They say like as not |
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