(Somewhere on East Coast)
Dear Mother and Dad,
The plot thickens. I’m somewhere on the East Coast. That’s the sum and substance of what I can tell you. It sounds like a mystery thriller doesn’t it, but it’s really necessary. I don’t know whether or not the envelope shows it, but this letter has been censored. If I have written anything wrong it will have been pointed out to me in no uncertain terms.
It’s not half bad here although most of these poor souls around this place don’t realize it. The food is excellent although we have to eat out of our mess gear. You’ll notice that I overwork the word although. That’s the trouble with the army, too many althoughs.
Well, I don’t know what’s going to happen; you may hear from me tomorrow or you may not hear from me for quite some time.
All the love in the world,
Pvt. Wm. W. Taylor, Jr.
C.E. Co. “M” A.P.O. #7946
℅ Postmaster New York, N.Y.