Letter Nov. 11, 1917 page 3
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Post cards I am enclosin this letter for little Nondas. I would be very pleased if you would write to my Mama once I am just sick with worry for no news and now stranded here it is all very serious as I say I could not let Mama know ◊◊e half of what I am suffering here because poor darling she would worry to much I am really burdening you dear friends with my trouble. But I hope things will come out better how are things going with you I hope. I made a mistake your last letter is dated from Jully ◊th 1917 [page torn—two illegible words] feel in ◊◊◊its [page torn—two illegible words] even now but as I know you are really two of my friends and who care of me I write for otherwise I would not have the heart you are certainly as a mother to me in your advice and comforting words you write. I do not like people who pretend to be ones friend and all the time do not care what happend to one or have no sympthy. It is not sympthy I seek but its good to feel that you have to friends who really love one I hope I am not flattering myself to much about that. I am sorry I cannot be very cheerfull for this all comes with such a blow for I fully intended to come home now for Xmas but here I am
Post cards I am enclosin this letter for little Nondas. I would be very pleased if you would write to my Mama once I am just sick with worry for no news and now stranded here it is all very serious as I say I could not let Mama know ◊◊e half of what I am suffering here because poor darling she would worry to much I am really burdening you dear friends with my trouble. But I hope things will come out better how are things going with you I hope. I made a mistake your last letter is dated from Jully ◊th 1917 [page torn—two illegible words] feel in ◊◊◊its [page torn—two illegible words] even now but as I know you are really two of my friends and who care of me I write for otherwise I would not have the heart you are certainly as a mother to me in your advice and comforting words you write. I do not like people who pretend to be ones friend and all the time do not care what happend to one or have no sympthy. It is not sympthy I seek but its good to feel that you have to friends who really love one I hope I am not flattering myself to much about that. I am sorry I cannot be very cheerfull for this all comes with such a blow for I fully intended to come home now for Xmas but here I am
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