[Illustration: "I felt as if I had somethin I _must_ give up."]
Dere Julie,
Arrived in London O.K. and wet. London is worse than them that talk
about it. When we got unshipped at Liverpool it was rainin cats and
dogs, Skinny was worried over getting his new scenery wet, as he had
lost his rain coat, on the way over, so he spent all morning in the
rain trying to get a new one. Skinny was wetter than I was when I went
home after my nightie the nite you had me stay at your house because
it was stormin outside. He was so wet the water was runnin offen his
rist watch; Skinny wasn't worried about the rist watch as he said it
had been soaked many times before.
Well derie, I am glad I enlisted; I am sertainly gettin some
experience in this little ol' scrap; and will have sumpin to relate
to them slackers when I get home to 'lil ol' New York. Skinny asked
me did I know what a slacker stood for. I told him I didn't know
everything but that most of 'em reminded me of a lemmen marine
pie--yellow all thru, and not enuff crust to go over the top. However
don't be too hard on 'em Julie, no person is perfect as Mose Jackson
said when he was convicted for the 10th time of harvestin other
peoples poultry.
The worst thing I haft to lissen to is Skinny talkin about his first
wife. He says he used to sit and hold her hand fer hours; maybe he
did, and believe you me Julie from other things he said about her, I
believe if he'd ever let loose of her hand she would have killed him.