Three letters from you, 1 from Betty, 1 from Dad and 1 from Ces. All very welcome, to be sure. Also, I was very interested in Brad's letters which you enclosed.
Please thank Ces for her note and tell her that if she really gets a chance, that there is only one thing I would like and that is heavy socks that are high enough to be worn as golf stockings, and khaki.
As to the other things: I wouldn't send any more clothes for awhile, as space is limited and it's -not so very cold anyway.
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During lunch, the mail came bringing the sleeveless sweater and a letter from Bet. The former fits in fine shape, and I am wearing it now, as it is very damp although not very cold.
Betty's letter was very amusing and the pictures also, taken of the birds at Vestbrook.
As to your letter and Dad's, you don't know how I appreciated them, for it certainly is hard to consult others 3,000 or more miles away. Since I received those letters, I have decided to just wait until I can get to Paris. Then I will look into all the possibilities and as soon as I have definitely decided anything, will cable. Today, Charley Bayly received word from Andrews that we might have to stay some time after our enlistments were up, as there were no men coming over at present to replace men in this particular branch. That may simplify things a lot as I seen to be just a year under age for anything. By next July, however, I could get into most anything except U.S. Aviation and for that I must be 19, but I hope before next summer, they will drop it to 18 like the French and British.
Last night we had considerable commotion, as a Bosche plane dropped 5 big bombs in this town, destroyed 4 houses, killed 6 or 7 and wounded 22. I was in bed when they fell, but woke up and slid into a pair of pants, shoes and my leather coat. I heard a car go out and ran down and got mine going and followed a captain to an old school which is used as the town infirmary. I got two men and took them to a hospital in a nearby town and came back. While we were putting a couche in, I saw two bombs flash over in the town I had just come from and another about half way between our village and the other. Just as I pulled out, the Bosche was right over head and I expected to see the street open up with a bang and flash. However, it didn't. I got those men over to the other town all right and started back just as one approached. I tried to keep in the shadows, but he saw men and tried to pot me with his machine gun, but didn't even hit the car. Then I got out on a straight stretch and was beating it back to our town when I saw a bomb and then another fall near a hospital and about a quarter of a mile down a track I had to cross. The road runs like this:
Well, those Bosche always try to hit the tracks near the station, and I figured we'd just about meet there, as I could hear him coming. The nearer I got, the more scared I was, but thank goodness, he didn't let fly. I made one more trip after that under about similar conditions. It was sort of exciting, but the worst of it is that no one knows where the next bomb will hit or what he is going to shoot at next.
When we got back, the little stove did noble work and made cocoa for all concerned.
Some magazines and 10 or 12 bundles of papers came yesterday and today.
Today, also, a boy left for the States and I wrapped up my diary and sent it by him to be mailed in the States. Tell me if you get it.
P. S. I stamp the envelopes now, but the address of the section is the same.