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Dear Mother:-
This time I was going to address the epistle to dad but it comes natural
for me to start with mother anymore and besides I know you read them to
him. We came back one day earlier than we expected. This was because Co. F
made the highest score on the range. There are twenty of us new fellows in
this company and we were given a sendoff for our ability! I think it was
more blind luck than marksmanship. Anyway we hit. Aside from the walk out
and back the work is surely interesting. The range is located in a hilly
country and the targets are worked by telephone. You crawl along on your
stomack with your rifle ready and sometimes the target will pop up six
hundred feet off and at others right in front of you. This is to teach the
men how to be quick at observing and changing sights. In our company we
had one hundred and sixty men and we hit four hundred and twenty targets
so you can see that in real warfare that would mean a good deal to the
enemy. I believe that the "Yanks" are natural shots because most of this
bunch never shot in their life before and these are English instructors
here who with all their training can't hit a ham. See the fellows love
these English teachers. They "con do it" as dad used to say. I see by the
Independent that dad is on the Liberty Loan. I hope Scottdale shows up
again. You know I am trying to write plain but it is no use as a pensman I
am a failure. The less I try the better I write. We are going out of camp
again Thursday. No rest here at all. I am stealing the time to write this.
We are all in fine health yet and our appetite grows stronger each day.
Give everyone my love and I'll write tomorrow.
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