ou don't know nothing about her and for all as you know she
might of cut his ears off like a Belgium." Well I was sore and I give
her a good balling out and of course it wound up like usual with her
busting out crying and then they wasn't nothing for me to do only say I
didn't mean what I had been saying and we had dinner and maybe
everything would of been O.K. only we hadn't no sooner gotten up from
the table when in come 1/2 of the south side and their wifes to call.
Well they wasn't none of them I ever seen before or ever want to see
them again and they was all friends of Florrie's and 2 of the ladys was
customers of hers so she didn't dare tell them to get the h-ll out of
there and a Mrs. Crane and a Mrs. Somebody else picked on me and got me
in a pocket on the Davenport and they didn't even have sence enough to
call me Corporal but it was Mr. Keefe this and Mr. Keefe that and when
did I think the war would end and wasn't the Germans awful and how many
men did we have in France and when was I going and so on. And Mrs. Crane
said her and all her friends was so jealous of Mrs. Keefe because her
husband was a soldier so I said I had heard they was room in some of the
camps for a few more husbands and Mrs. Crane said her husband had tried
his hardest to get into something but he had bad teeth so I said why
didn't he try and get into some good dentist office. But they wasn't no
way I could get them mad enough to go home till 5 o'clock then I and
Florrie and the kid had just a hour together before I had to beat it for
the train.

[Illustration: One of the girls there told me Florrie was taking the
P.M. off (p. 130).]

Well Al I won't get no more leave off till Xmas and maybe not then but
what is the use any way when your wife gives you a welcome like that and
all together it was a fine trip and I won't never try and take nobody by
surprise after this but at that why couldn't she of stayed home where a
woman belongs.

My train was jamed comeing back tonight and I don't know where they got
it but everybody was oiled up and celebrating about beating Camp Custer
in the football game and I'll say Camp Custer must be a home for
cripples or something if that's the kind of a football club they turn
out any way I bet they ain't no room to dance in the guard house
tonight.

Your pal, JACK.

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CAMP GRANT, Dec. 4.

_FRIEND AL:_ I guess I was so full of my swell visit home when I wrote
you the last time t