Somewhere in France
August 18, 1918

Mon cher frere:-

I have written you once since I left old U.S.A., and that was when I was on the mighty ocean, and I trust you got the letter all right. I wrote mother a letter the first of this week and was determined that today I would write you a few lines. I have a lot of this paper on hand so you will have to excuse this pencil as I want to use up this paper rather than let it go to waste. However I guess a word from me on any kind of paper will be very acceptable.

Well, I am just hoping that you and mother have been to Wells Beach this month and that I will hear all about the good time you had.

We are having glorious weather here in France where we are located. Our chateau borders on the banks of a large river and our evenings are nice and cool while the days are dreadfully warm. I am now sleeping out-of-doors with nothing overhead but the trees and stars. I feel fine every morning for I always was a thriving weed on fresh air, you know.

On "our" estate here we have a sort of open-air granite bath tub where I generally jump into every other evening anyway. It's great sport, and I feel like a new man. Last evening after supper I spent the entire evening washing clothes.

Every Saturday afternoon we have military athletics and we had a ball game yesterday. Talk about fun, we surely did have it.

I have been able to buy some postal card views of the place we are in and will try and keep them in good condition until my return home. I would like to see an American paper and see how reports are running in America in regard to the war. You might send an interesting edition now and then.

I think mother will receive a letter which will give you all interesting details in regard to my surroundings as far as permissable. So I will close for this time, and you may hear from me again later. Be good to yourself, and the best of luck for your school work, loads of love to mother and yourself from

Your loving brother

Mort

Keep up the writing, won't you?

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