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Dear Folks
It has been six days since I wrote you last but it is only because we moved a lot since then. I am now in a dugout near the front line in trenches with several other men. We control the telephone connections from here. It is now 3:30 in the morning. The other boys are all asleep and it is my turn to be on duty. I thought it would be a good time to write. We are all well. We are feeling fine. We get plenty to eat. We eat with the French, and you can't beat the French cooks. The French soldiers are the best pals. I think they are the finest kind of fellows. I can understand a bunch of their lingo already. Although, American candy sounds so good right now. I haven't had any since i left home. I must light a new candle soon. We are OK so long as we can get candles. I am surely glad I brought lots of paper with me. It seems foolish always to be carrying such stuff as paper around on my back from place to place but it comes in mighty handy down here. What is going on in the good old U.S.A. any way? Where is my sister now? When I get back to the USA, I'm never going to leave again. But I've gotten used to it here. It's all a matter of course. Well, I must close. I hope you are all well and happy. Write often. Send my love to everyone.
Your son,
Harold