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Le Foyer du Soldat
Union Franco-Americaine

[[strikethrough]] We sould [[/strikethrough]] the Soldat must always have his coffee black as the ace of spade little tint of green. his coccou morning and evening then we sell cigarette Paper writing paper. and then we give lots of writing paper away of this kind. now the [[Hosptel?]] [[one?]] is almost empty so we do not have many wounded to cheer up but for a long while we wre kept busy alday. You cannot amage[[imagine]] how difficult it is to get what we need here you see this section was entirely undre the Army. now it is left and left us high + dry everything that is good + plentifull they take along I wish I had just one spoonfull of Bertha[[Bertha's]] Oatmeal, if you want to make me a birthday present send me a package

Transcription Notes:
Bertha— presumably, as this name was mentioned in another of Borglum's letters.