Dear little Mirtle

How are you by now. The leaves are dust. I hope you the same. Say little Mirtle what in the world has gone rong with you. I have not had a letter from you since hear I been. Not since I left U.S.A. Why don't you write me. Tell me all the Hood Co. news. Now I tell you a letter shur does look good to a fellow over hear. What is going on. A sound there. Are you all going to have any Xmas over there. Can't tell yet what just what we will be doing but ges we will have a big time. I mean it is busy at times. You have got to learn to dodg bullets an be cearful. Over here. I have ben quiet busy the last few days - dodging McChine guns, hangranades, shrapnels, an airplanes bulets. But at that it is all funney after it is all over but I had begin to think the other day that my fun was all over. Something hit clost to me an busted an made a turble racket an throde much in my eyes. But I dodged it. You can guess what it was but don't you tell my mother nothin about that caus she would vow I had been killed by now. Say Mirt, how is my Mother getting a long. Any different? She take it hard when Guy [Tom's brother] went to Camp A? Mirt - you ring her an tell her I am getting a long just fine and will be home next summer in time to eat peaches. Wish I had a big old peach now.

I may stay over hear a while after the war. Say I would give every thing to send you a picture of my house, a dugout which hear I have. I know you would laught at it but it is shure warm. Got me a little German stove in it.

Well Mirt, I will close for this time. So write me wonse in a while and tell me all the news. I am as ever yours.

Thomas Hale

Co. D. 111^th Am. TN

American E. F.

A.P.O. 796