Sunday, Oct. 28, 1917.

Dear Marie,

Just finished the hardest days work I seen for a month. My turn at
stable police came today after I had planned to do a lot of picture
work. Jerry Berry and I worked steady from breakfast till 11:00 then I
saddled my horse and went to the barracks (a short mile) for an early
dinner. This was only the second time I had been on a horse, and the
first time alone, so had to watch my step. The most trouble I had was
when we passed motorcycles and autos. He’s no city bred horse by a long
shot and sure does hate those little three wheeled buzz wagons. When we
came near an auto he slowed down from a trot to a walk and as the auto
passed he laid back his ears and stopped short. We sure had some dinner.
Pork-chops, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, cabbage, bread pudding, and
cocoa. I guess Tom was hungry too, for, on the way back, when he caught
sight of the stables, he lit out on a gallop. This is easier riding than
a trot so I let him go to it. I am mighty glad we have horses, for the
riding is sure great stuff. We are allowed mounted passes from 1:00 P.M.
to 4:00 on Sunday. When I got back the other fellows went to dinner. At
1:30 we bedded the stalls and put out the hay and grain. I took a few
pictures and then it was time for me to go to supper, so as to get back
before regular mess.

Say, would your Mother let you use my .25 cal. Automatic? If you want to
shoot, and your folks don’t object, you’re welcome to it. Of course the
gun has to be thoroughly cleaned right after using, and I will have to
show you how to take it apart and remove the barrel.

Don’t you think it would be better if you did go to these parties even
if you don’t care very much about them? I wish you would – I don’t like
to hear of people noticing that you only go with me. Please don’t
misunderstand me – I simply think you out to go just for that one
reason, don’t you?

I can’t get the goods nor the fine olive drab silk floss for the
chevrons so will have to give it up. Here are some cards.

Yours,

Forrest.