Wow did I spend a hellish night. The mosquitoes flew over in dive bombing formation and peeled off on me. I counted 17 Bites on one shoulder alone. They kept me awake until I got up and put my head net on. We cleaned a few rifles that were salvaged from the battle field and boy were they a mess. The climate has been swell but today it was a little cold and damp. There’s not a whole lot to write about so I will go to bed. I don’t believe I have said much about the people here. The natives are real dirty and go around wearing ragged old clothes that I don’t they ever take off. The also have a cape or a burlap bag as we call the over the top of them. The men ride on mules while the women walk. I believe they are natural born beggars. The French people are very glad we came and do they ever appreciate sweets such as candy & gum. one lady hadn’t ever seen butter for two years. We eat a little of their bread and it is made of rye without any seasoning in it. They all drink wine as their was water.
Your Son, ‘Chick’
