Havre, Jan. le 29, 1915.
Dear Mamma,—I have just put foot ashore in France after a disagreeable crossing, 2nd class. Here in Havre there are troops and troops always passing. French troops, chiefly of the reserve; thousands of English troops in khaki, Belgian troops without uniform. They all say, not at all in a boastful way, that they will be back home again by the end of the year. Will they?
Dear Mamma, I hope you are well and that papa has not taken too much at heart my leaving home at this time. I believe I can find a place to do some efficient and useful work for the cause to which I am so deeply devoted. My love to you all. I shall write often.
Affectionately your son,
Norman.
Esc N. 124, Secteur 24, May 15, 1915.
Dear Governor,—Arrived en escadrille par la voie des airs to replace a disabled pilot until the Escadrille Américaine is formed.
I saw the battle lines and heard for the first time the never-ending boom of guns. This is war in dead earnest and right at hand. Will write more fully later.
Affectionately,