ey did want you to do.

I dont like the Sargent. I dont like any sargent but this one
particular. The first day out be kept sayin "Prepare to mount" and then
"Mount." Finally I went up to him and told him that as far as I was
concerned he could cut that stuff for I was always prepared to do what I
was told even though it was the middle of the night. He said, Fine, then
I was probably prepared to scrub pans all day Sunday.

I dont care much for horses. I think they feels the same way about me.
Most of them are so big that the only thing there good for is the view
of the camp you get when you climb up. They are what they call hors de
combat in French. My horse died the other day. I guess it wasnt much
effort for him. If it had been he wouldnt have done it.

They got a book they call Drill Regulations Field and Light. Thats about
as censible as it is all the way through. For instance they say that
when the command for action is given one man jumps for the wheel and
another springs for the trail an another leaps for the muzzle. I guess
the fellow that rote the regulations thought we was a bunch of
grass hoppers.

[Illustration: "I DONT LIKE ANY SARGEANT"]

[Illustration: "I DONT CARE MUCH FOR HORSES, THEY FEELS THE SAME WAY
ABOUT ME"]

Well I got to quit now an rite a bunch of other girls. Thanks again for
the box although it was so busted that it wasnt much good but that
dont matter.

Yours till you here otherwise,
_Bill._

_Dere Mable:_

Todays Thanksgivin. Im thankful things aint no worse though Max Glucos
what lives on the next cot says they couldnt be. Cheery an bright to the
last. Thats me all over, Mable.

Every man gets ateen ounces of Turky on Thanksgivin. All to himself,
Mable. The sargent says the commitee on Hays and Beans at Washington
decides that. Mines inside. Im most to full for expreshun as the poets
say. We had a great dinner. Soup an turky, dressin, crambury sause an
pie an smashed potatoes. All in one plate. I wish you could have heard
how the fellos enjoyed it Mable. I know now why they call the
turkys gobblers.

Thanksgivin is a holiday. All a fello has to do on a holiday in the
artillery is to feed the horses an give em a drink an smooth em out an
take em for a walk an then feed em an smooth em out an feed em an give
em a drink. It makes a fello feel like givin back a dollar out of his
pay at the end of the month.

[Illustration: "MAX GLUCOS WHAT LIVES ON THE NEXT