Tues. Sept. 25, 1917

Dear Marie,

Your letter of Sun. 23^(rd) came this noon. Sorry to hear that the
Sundays go so hard but I am glad to know that you do miss me. It seems
like two years instead of two months since I last saw you yet it seems
as if I had been in the army about two weeks. The time sure does fly.
Strained most of the day so we had it pretty soft. The captain gave the
company a little mounted drill on “shank’s horses” this morning then we
had a buzzer class in the barracks. I am holding a seat at the speed
shark’s table but it is too fast for me. 20 to 25 words a minute is
faster than I can write and I lose a word about every three words. I
should worry though as I am no longer expected to become an operator
anyway. After this class we put on our slickers and waded over to the
stables and groomed and fed our horses. Our saddles are expected this
week and then we will have a gay time. When we came back we had an hour
of practice at setting up and sighting the heliograph.

After dinner we had a class of semaphore and an hour of infantry foot
drill on the muddy roads. At 3:30 the day’s work was called done. I am
down to Leavenworth “Y” now and want to get an early car home so will
have to quit.

Marie don’t feel that you are making me homesick by writing letters like
the one of Sunday. That’s the kind that help me the most and make me
want to get someplace. It’s the very most you can do for me and you
don’t realize how much that is.

Forrest.