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Somewhere in France
Sept. 15, 1918 Dear Bess:
I am well, happy, and somewhat rested up and very, very lazy this morning. It has been raining almost continually for a week and today is sunshine. Day before yesterday was a grand surprize [sic] for me. I got a letter from you. I don't know how it ever caught up with me because I have been moving around some. It is the great adventure and I am in it. We haven't done anything but be in reserve but I am hoping for a shot most any day. My battery was examined by the chief ordanance [sic] officer the other day and he said it was in the best condition of any in France, and he has seen them all. That refered [sic] to the guns. I was somewhat swelled up but the chief mechanic deserves the credit. His name is McKinley Wooden and he is the straightest, stiffest soldier I have. It almost hurts me when he stands at attention to talk to me. I am plumb crazy about my battery. They sure step when I ask them to. We had to get ready for a night march a day or two
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