June 21, 1917

Dear Ma:-

Although I wrote yesterday, I received your letters and Betty's today. Of course, none of the packages or other things you mentioned, but I hope they will be here by the time you get this. The mail on packages is terribly slow. While I am on this subject, I might ask for some things that I have found might be very handy at the posts. We are given cold food for 48 hours - sardines, etc. - and for other food we have to rely on the post. At the last place which I wrote about in my note I was lucky, but some of the other fellows who came in today had very different stories. Now, what I would like is this, a small stove with a pot big enough to heat a couple of cups of tea and a small pan to heat up the canned beef we get, the stove to run on gasoline and to fold into as small compass as possible. Then some real tea, which can't be got here, and perhaps some of this prepared coffee that has only to be put in hot water, and if you want to make it real luxurious, a little condensed milk in small tins. You see, we are so near the front now that we can hardly get a thing except pinard and stale hard bread. I am going to bring a loaf home for a curiosity, for the crust is about a half inch thick and hard as cement, and the bread inside is brown and bitter like sour milk. However, let that be. C'est le guerre.

I am glad the parade was such a success, for it certainly sounded fine. I also thank you a lot for the Herald idea and can assure you that any papers in any quantity are welcome and well thumbed before they are finally read by all.

Mr. Hyde - Musgrave in more familiar language - has just asked me to tell you that he would like to be remembered to his friends and requests that you tell his mother that he is in good health and still going strong. Yes, his section that he commands is the one I am in. Thank Betty for her very amusing dissertation on pollywogs and such things. They really are very, very nice, for they are very amusing in surroundings like these. She may like to know that French pollywogs are much like U.S. ones, but tamer. I almost caught one by mistake in my washrag when I was washing in a brook the other day. C'est le guerre aussi. Today and yesterday they shelled the town where our headquarters are, but little damage was done. Tomorrow I go out to another post. Now I must stop and get to bed. Please thank anyone who has sent things out, and if any more ask, you might say we like magazines and good books other than war stories, almost as much as other things. Feeling fine and working hard.