Friday Aug. 31, 1917

Dear Marie,

You said that you love me more every time you think of me, so I’m going
to try my best to keep myself in your thoughts. I am mighty glad you do
like to write because you can’t do it often enough to suit me. The very
most you can do for me is to write the some helpful and inspiring
letters. I would like some of your fudge just as often as you want to
make it. But don’t put any nut meats in it. You sure are one mighty good
girlie to do these things for me. I wish we could eat a dish of fudges
together – you know how. Do you remember what a day we had the 4^(th) of
July? I am not going to try to come home, I guess. Last night we saw
some real war motion pictures in the college Riding Hall. We saw a
Zepplim raid over London and saw one machine set on fire by an
anti-aircraft gun. The pictures were of all the warning nations and were
interesting. I have only seen two motion picture shows since I came here
and they were at Leavenworth City. They have free motion pictures here
three times a week but I haven’t seen any yet. I know that I liked the
shows in Beloit just because they were a good excuse to be with one
mighty sweet and lovable little girl. This evening Sergeant Baber played
“Flower Song” three times in succession. I went over to the machine to
listen and told him that I knew a girl at home that played the piece on
the piano, with the phonograph. He looked up and said “Same here, by
gosh, and the look in his eyes told that he was thinking of Her too.

But there is not a single one lucky enough to have a girl like You to
think about. Make that photographer get those pictures out “doubletime”
as we say in drill. I wrote to Mother to send my film tank so you make
get some “snaps” of me sometime. I did the transmitting on the field
buzzer today for the class of “ham operators,” of which yours truly is
one. Well I must quit.

Yours,

Forrest.