October 10, 1918
Camp Funston, Kansas
My Dear 'Cile,
How is my little girl tonight? I expect that you are sawing logs about right at this hour (2:30). It doesn't bother me to stay up any more. I don't even get sleepy. The patients are getting along first rate now, and we don't get many new cases. I surely think that in another week they will have it under control if something else doesn't start in.
They took two cases of spinal meningitis to the base last night. Those poor fellows were sure suffering pretty much. Say, the little night nurse has sure been having lots of fun with the gang. She is a regular little flirt. And she has half the boys almost mad enough to fight each other all the time. Sure is funny to sit and watch her make a fool of the poor boobs. Even the old Captain of the nightshift is crazy about her and beats all the boys' time most every night. Some of them have become real peeved and reported him to our Commanding Officer. (Some lies they made up, I think) But any way, somebody is liable to get into trouble. I have been quite normal all the while myself. ha ha Some birds have to assume a lot when they are not sure of anything, you know.
Well, the boys have all gathered in the linen room to have a nice little sociable game of "craps," or dice, whichever you are more accustomed to calling it. They just change their months wages around. One fellow has it one game, and then another, just as luck runs. I can't win for losing, so I don't play very much, naturally.
Well, my little sweetheart, I will close for tonight. Much love to my little woman.
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