France
June 1, 1918
Dear Mother –
I received the letter you took a chance in sending to me, dated May 7, 1918. You must have received a letter shortly after the one you sent, from me. We have a fellow that sleeps in out tent that looks and acts like Charles Hamlin. He keeps the fellows laughing most of the time. He is a rube and acts exactly the part. We expect the Germans to come over again tonight and give us some machine gun or bomb music in their aeroplanes. At rifle grenade school this afternoon we had some signals which almost reminded me of Fourth of July. I’ll be able to handle most any kind of explosives. Last night I was on guard duty and the sky at times was almost as light as day at times from the big guns, also lights in the sky which resemble stars. They are signals. When a shell bursts near us, it almost made us deaf at first, but we sleep all through it now. You know how good I could sleep when I was home. Well, I sleep just as good now, only I sleep about eight or nine hours instead of three or four, but I get tired from drilling, that is why I sleep so sound. Rowley and I had quite a talk about Danbury tonight. He knows Louis Peter. I sent you an address of Co. “B”’s family unit in my last letter. If you didn’t get it let me know. They are looking after the insurance and allotments. We expect to have another baseball game tomorrow. Did you get the handkerchiefs I sent you and Mayme? Tell Father I’ll bring him home a French kiss, if I can get one for him. Well, the bugle just sounded for lights out, so will say goodnight. Best regards.
George
