LXXIV
France
August 30,1918
This is only a brief note to say that all is well with me and to ask you not to worry. It's two years to-morrow since I first saw the Front—two centuries it seems. I'm different inside. I don't know whether my outside has changed much—but I wish sometimes that I could be back again. I begin to be a little afraid that I shan't be recognizable when I return.
The journalists have been very free in their descriptions of our doings—they have told you everything. If I told a tithe, my letter would not reach you.