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Old Timer

Sunday October 20

Same Place

My darling, Mother, Dad, + Sis

               Well dears here it is another Sunday and it is a mighty disagreeable one at that, it has been raining all day. I did go for a walk this afternoon but did not stay out very long you can bet.

               I received your dandy letter O.K. with the honor roll and I feel quite proud to have my name on it. I also received Ted’s letter and he can surely write a letter although he is in a better position to do so than we are when we are in France every letter we write is censored by your platoon officer, that is unless you get special envelopes and we used to be lucky if we got one every two months. In his job he has no trouble getting there. “I have a surprise coming for you, so keep looking.”

               In my last letter I foolishly said I would have more time for writing but believe me delivering telegrams is no cinch especially in a camp this size.

               My arm is doing better now and I expect to have the bandages off to-morrow, of course it is very tender yet even my clothes rubbing on it hurts. I expect to be marked D, Tues. morning. That means I will be leaving here about a week from Monday, so guess I will be having my Birthday party here. There are quite a few of the old boys coming here now and I am considered an old timer here as they are marking some D, on the first inspection. Do you remember Knaggs? He came in this hut last week and is looking fine. The surprise I was speaking of was that I took your advice dear and had my mug taken. They are only cheap ones but I hope they will turn out pretty good.

               I hope you are all well dears and not working too hard. I am going to see Capt. Butler as soon as I hit London but I am sorry to say I have lost the address I had of dad’s relatives. They were in my pack. I have never been able to get a thing from that.

               Everything is going dears and I do not think this war is going to last very much longer. Lordy how glad I will be to go back home again.

               Remember me to all dears

                              With best love

                                             Bob

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