But yet the men don’t always sympathize with each other. Clay was bitterly complaining of his luck. Said Knudsen, “But man, you can’t expect an answer to your letter yet. It had to go to Maryland.” Then Bannister, taking his mind from his own disappointment, added, “And great Scott! look at the letter you writ. It was so long that she would need three whole days to read it in, before she could begin her answer. And as to your writing such an amount to your mother—!” “It was only eight pages,” said handsome Clay, blushing. Bannister had no mercy. “Only eight pages? Man, it was a young novel! To your mother? Your grandmother, more likely.” Clay was silenced.
Our fourth blankets are served out, and we sleep very snug. Food is the same, wholesome but not delicate. David and Pickle, having each a sweet tooth, buy rather freely outside, and David occasionally slips away for a hotel meal. As a consequence, they sometimes need doctoring. The rest of the squad, whether from economy or on principle, stick to the daily mess and are well. Love from
Dick.
Telegram from Private Richard Godwin to
His Mother at Home
Plattsburg, Wednesday, Sep. 13.
is you know who at plattsburg and why i thought i saw her here today am well love
Dick.