May 14, 1918. Dear Marie, We are still here and still at loss as to what the next move will be. Everything is all set for a quick move, and while the bets seem to be even, I think that we will be here for a while yet and want you to keep on writing. But be sure to write only in answer to each of my letters for a while, and I will try to write often, but of course it will be hard telling how often. We had a big parade after supper and were reviewed by all the high officials of the Post. We thoroughly scrubbed out the barracks today. Are still allowed to go to town. Now Marie, you simply must not feel sorry that I am going; it will do neither of us any good and will do you harm if you persist in thinking and worrying about it. If you don’t completely change your way of thinking you will surely regret it. Be as happy and contented as you can, and stop worrying. I shall stop writing about telegraphy until I see you have caught up with what I have written. I shall never mention Earl, the sooner we forget some things the more cheerful we will be and that’s what counts with those that would live the fullest life, with health and the best things that go with it. Must close, With love, F.