A Letter from France
Feb. 12th,
1919
Dear Father:
Will try to write you a few lines to let you hear from me. I
am well and hope these few lines will find you all the same. Papa why don’t you
all write to me? I would like to get a letter from home every day. I will be so
glad when I can be at home with you all. Then I will spend the rest of my life
(line obscured) to farm this year but I can’t get back. I wonder will you and
mama look to me like when I left home. I wonder if you are worrying over me. I
don’t want you to worry over me. That is all that worries me. I am afraid that
some one at home will be missing when I get home. I know mama is getting old
and she can’t stand like papa. I will have to close for this time as I have got
to write another letter. I will send another picture as it might be that you
didn’t get the first one I sent.
Goodnight, from your boy,
J.T. Finch
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