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My dear Sonnie:

  Well, you see I am in no special place yet. Just waiting around to be put to work. Of course Jim's and my time must be put in the study of French lessons.
  When I was looking at all the wonderful lives in Westminster Abbey, I noticed that what made it so beautiful on the inside was often all the monuments erected to the great men and women of the world inside its walls. Great writers, (*) great warriors, Paul Jones, engineers, poets, painters, and sculptors. And no matter what shape the monuments were, the great that these men did and time had blended all together into a wonderful monument. That could mean nothing else but a great monument to the progress of the world for the last 800 years. 
  We have not had one bit of excitement since we left home. A little noise once or twice at night. That only woke us up for a few minutes. Jim was too lazy to get up, and I would not budge. We are together with a fellow called Philip, a fine fellow. He leaves for an unknown place also. We are going to have a good hard job, which makes us feel very happy. Jim is a great fellow, always getting in tight corners with his French. He is always trying to do nice things for the children and old people. He is a great fellow. I would like to tell you alot about our dear boys and the dear boys of the French Army, but that will have to be when I come home. Jimmy will be able to any place without speaking because he is always smiling with the French, whom he really loves very much, and the American boys. The French boys, I mean the fighting ones, are not as straight as the Americans. I know why that is. They have a very heavy load to carry, not only on their backs but in their hearts.
  There is a boy in the hotel working. We are great friends. He is 14 years old, not as big as Peter. The other day he came up to me while I was writing. I asked him if he lived far from here and where his home was. He started to cry. Finally, I consoled him and he told me that his mother lived on the other side of Paris. He had once four brothers - two were killed in the army, one was dying in the hospital, and the other was a soldier in Solinica, Greece. The poor little fellow felt very bad, but was around working for everyone and always has a big smile on his face. He says all the time that he wants to get as much money for his mother as he can. Jimmy and I agree with him. There are lots of boys and girls that are taking the place of their brothers and fathers here.
  Coming on the boat the other day, I saw Kerensky, the First Russian President. I talked with him a little. He did not look like a great man to me. His face was not filled with the force which carries a man through thick and thin. I tried to see D. Ashley in London but could not. I asked many young men that belonged to the Royal Flying Corps hoping to find someone that might have met him but could not find him. I have seen some