Somewhere in France, Oct. 21, 1918
Dearest Folks:
Must drop you a few lines to let you know that I am still living and feeling good.
I just got back to some village that’s half smashed up by Artillery. I found a Y.M.C.A. so I have a change to write you a few lines. I was transferred from the 47^th to the 58^th Inf. wasn’t assigned to a company yet. Nor was I at the front. Have worked at a Ration Dump ever since I left the hospital and I am still working at it. But I believe I’ll go to some company pretty soon. It’s raining every day, mud up to the knees. But I have a fairly good dug out to sleep in and plenty to eat we have to cook it ourself but that doesn’t matter, I certainly make good cookie and fry steak three times a day.
I’ll close for this time, will write more soon as I get a chance hoping that you are all well. I remain your son and brother, Thomas Senkyr, 58^th Infantry, A.E.F.