September 23, 1917

Dear Ma--

Tomorrow I am almost sure I am going to post so I want to get in a bit of a line tonight. I don't know how long I will be able to write for there are aeroplanes overhead and no one knows when we'll have to step out into the abri. Already they have dropped bombs near enough to shake the house and table while I write and one of the boys who just came in from outside said that one just passed so low you could see him.

Yesterday the package came (here comes another 'plane) and included everything from 2 boxes of crackers, oilskins, two pots, coffee, tea, cocoa and solid alcohol, ginger snaps also, last, but most acceptable even though they were all smashed to crumbs and then pressed into a compact mass. Many thanks for the other things also.

Besides these, five or six bundles of papers and two magazines came and also a letter from you and from Betty.

I had to laugh when I read that you were proud I was earning $36 per month. I wish I was, but we don't get that until we sign up for the duration of the war under the U. S. Army and as the recruiting officer has not been around to us yet, nobody has even had a chance to sign.

Lately everything has been rather quiet and yet when I was at the last post, I had some little excitement. The second day I was there the Bosche put in some shrapnel shells and a number then stepped out to go to the niche where we sleep when wish - - - - boom and there was a shower of dirt and dust. However, it was only a small bomb and although a number of pieces hit me, that is, pieces of dirt, I wasn't hurt at all.

The third day was very quiet, but the fourth day a great many Bosche planes came over and I counted 112 shrapnel shots in the air at one time. The eclat fell all about the post, but we kept under cover and were all right. Later the same day, I was out behind the post when three shells fell between as and a battery that is a scant hundred yards away fell perfectly flat and had the pleasure of listening to pieces of shell hitting the walls of the building behind me.

However, although this may seem rather exciting, we come so near it so often that it does not seem like much and I am still whole and feeling pretty pert. Harvey.

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