Somewhere in France, May 12, 1918
My dear mother: It is Sunday again and “mothers day” at that so I’ll have to take the Chaplains advice and write to my mother. We were all at services this afternoon and he gave us quite a nice talk on our duties in writing home as often as we possibly could. Sunday is about the only day we have in which to write anymore for by the time we finish our work during the weekdays we are either too tired or have no time to do it. We took advantage of it being Sunday morning and didn’t get up till 8 o’clock. Had a good breakfast of hotcakes, bacon, coffee and doughnuts.