Dear Mother:
I will write you a few lines this evening as I’ve
been thinking of you all day. I guess you have received several letters from us
by this time, haven’t you? This is a fine day, and when I got those letters it
brightened up everything still more.
I hope you will be strong and not bother about
us for I would be ashamed to be home when at this time it seems that the
freedom of the world is in the balances, but with that never ending stream of
Americans pouring into France, the German line will break. Then I’m coming back
to you, mother.
I hope that while James and I are in France
what we do will be an honor to you. I haven’t been home sick yet but you know I
would love to see you awful well. Mother, you won’t do lots of things that you once
done when I get back, and that good spirit in which you always done things for
all us boys, has directed my thoughts to you and God. I haven’t been sick since
we were at home Christmas. Well, I won’t write any more for this time. Love to
all,
Corporal Cleave S.
Gross, Battery E, 113 F.A., A.E.F.
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