MilColl_WWI_82_Box2_042

Decmber 9, 1917.

Dear Mama,

As the days
come and go I do my
work, enjoy my leisure, and
sleep through the nights
much as though my work
were not war, and my
leisure not far away from
home. One has to go far
to find no comparisons, and
should comparisons fail, one
has always a book. But