Somewheres in France, Feb. 4.

Friend Al : Well Al I am writeing this in the Y.M.C.A. hut where they try and keep it warm and all the boys that can crowd in spends most of their spare time here but we don’t have much spare time at that because its always one thing another and I guess its just as well they keep us busy because every time they find out you are not doing nothing they begin vaxinating everybody.

They’s enough noise in here so as a man can’t hear yourself think let alone writeing a letter so if I make mistakes in spelling and etc. in this letter you will know why it is. They are singing the song now about the baby’s prayer at twilight where the little girl is supposed to be praying for her daddy that’s a soldier to take care of himself but if she was here now she would be praying for him to shut up his noise.