Letters from George

Dear Marian Colorado!

you couldn't have been any happier hearing from me than I was hearing from you. Every day I line up for the mail. The postman keeps hollering Butler. I step up to get the letter and its for Arthur Butler, some other soldier. It almost drives me nuts. Today I got the letters from you and Lillian. Besides these I have only got three letters so far.

The fellows here really take the letters serious. One guy is about forty two and every day after meal call? he sits down on his bunk and cries because his wife doesn't write to him. I haven't got that bad yet but its really great to get letters from you. Don't forget to keep writing and hold up the soldiers morale.

I realize that you and Ann? show one another your letters so I will try to make them a little different. Don't send any money or postage.

They don't let us out of Camp long enough to spend any money. Fifty dollars a month here is like eighty dollars a week on the outside. They give no cake or pie at every meal so there is no sense sending any late.

Don't do too much bragging about me because the longer I stay here the surer I am I won't amount to anything. They work us from five thirty in the morning until around seven at night. Pretty soon I will blow up and cuss some officer. From then on I will be sending letters from the guard house. I never did like being ordered around.

So far I haven't been able to have any pictures taken. When I do I will send you one. Give my best regards to Treat and little Gary. Write as often as you can.

Your Brother George