get there. Mean time we set and look out the cracks onto Main St. and every
little wile they's a Co. of pollutes marchs through or a train of motor
Lauras takeing stuff up to the front or bringing guys back that didn't duck
quick enough and to see these Frenchmens march you would think it was fun
but when they have been at it a wile they will loose some of their pep.

Well its warmer in bed then setting here writeing so I will close for this
time.

Your pal, JACK.

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_Somewheres in France, Feb. 4._

FRIEND AL: Well Al I am writeing this in the Y. M. C. A. hut where they
try and keep it warm and all the boys that can crowd in spends most of
their spare time here but we don't have much spare time at that because its
always one thing another and I guess its just as well they keep us busy
because every time they find out you are not doing nothing they begin
vaxinating everybody.

They's enough noise in here so as a man can't hear yourself think let alone
writeing a letter so if I make mistakes in spelling and etc. in this letter
you will know why it is. They are singing the song now about the baby's
prayer at twilight where the little girl is supposed to be praying for her
daddy that's a soldier to take care of himself but if she was here now she
would be praying for him to shut up his noise.

Well we was in the trenchs all day not the regular ones but the ones they