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Ft. Ruger, H.I.
February. 26, 1921

Dear friend Alice:

By an inspection of your, [[inserted above]:letter]], I have
noticed that you were attempted, [tempted], to write in Jan.
instead of Feb. Probably, time is going to, [too], fast for
you, but not for me. I certainly am anxious for
June 1922 to show itself. I am already tired of this
island, and the company must stay here two years,
but our new barracks will soon be ready. We will
then be in a post and not in a woods as we are now
and we won't feel as lonesome.

It sure wasn't Holderbaun that was hurt in
the balloon basket but, Phillips, as I was standing
by the basket when he was taken out and rushed to
the hospital. Holderbaun has sure played the part
of a wolf in sheep's clothing. He claimed to be a
Christian, but his heart was as black as coal. He has,
[deserted?], and owes most every man in the Company
money.

I thank you very much for the Christmas present
that was sent. As Holderbaun isn't here, I will
return his. I supposed Alfano was glad to get back
to Arcadia. I sure rejoiced to see him get out
as he didn't like the Army at all.

It is very warm here. The mosquitoes are so bad
that we have to sleep under a mosquito, [bar?], and
when the light is, [[struck text]: lite]], burning the tent is full of bugs.