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May 5, 1918 Dear Bess:
This is the end of the most strenuous week I ever spent in my life. Day before yesterday was a banner day too for the week because I got three letters from you dated Mar[ch] 26, 27, 28, also got two from home, one from Mary Colgan[11], one from Myra[11] and one from Ethel[34]. I claim that was a day. Probably won't get any more for another six weeks. They were all sent on from the port of embarkation, and in all probability came over on the boat with us, and have been touring France right along with us all the time. I can't understand why you didn't hear from me at Camp Merritt because I wrote nearly every day. The last letter I sent from the pier by a boy who was passing and he probably didn't mail it.
I had a grand dream night before last (the night after your letters came).
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