P.S.--I hope this war lasts till I get over. I'll make that poll
parrot of a clown quince learn to say "UNCLE" in jig time. He won't
have as much chance as a tallow legged dog chase a cat thru H----. Now
that the Yanks have Come in fur fair, Kings, Queens and two spots is
gonna be throwed in the discard.
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Dere Julie,
The Doc says that me and Skinny will recover, but we'll never look
the same. It wuz like this. Day behind yesterday we wuz out for bombin
practice, each one havin quite some supply of them hell on the Wabash
lookin things in our posesshun. Of course nothing wood do Skinny, but
that he must have a smoke. All to once, as you read in the papers,
their was a tree-mendus explosion and I went up what seamed to me
about a thousand feet. On the way down, I met Skinny going up, he
yelled out to me, "I'll bet you five bucks that I go higher than you
did." Skinny is some sport.
Some of our training officers has seen active service in the front
line trenches. Yesterday was visiting day in camp; after drill, as
pretty a "Jane" as I have seen in this neck of woods asks one of 'em
did he croak a Fritz, while on the other side? "I sure did," sed he
"with this mighty rite hand." Whereupon, this "bunch of peeches" grabs
his hand and kisses it. Skinny 'lowed as how _he_ would have told her
he bit him to deth. That's Skinny, he's strong for the "Janes." Don't
peeve up Julie, a lot of 'em down here fall for me, but I let 'em
lay; exceptin for a few I've saw, you have 'em all lashed to the mast
howlin fur mercy.
Seems to me like we don't do anything down here but walk. It's a
wonder to me that all of us don't walk in our sleep. I was telling
Skinny we should have joined the cavillry, but Skinny said no; He
'lowed as how if he ever had to retreat he didn't want to be bothered
with no horse.
Yours truly and affectionately,