T2020.102.481

Ft. Ruger H.I. March 24, 1921

Dear Alice:

Received your letter today while eating supper.

Alfano sure told you the truth when he said this place was rotten. Thank goodness, we have, [[inserted above]:half]], of our time severed, [served], over here although I will never regret coming, [coming], over here as the trip was well worth the time. Jan., Feb, and March are mosquito months. They are so bad that we can't do anything, can't read. It seems like they, [[struck text]:we]], come around by the thousands and even when, [[inserted above]:we]], go to bed, they get under the net. How they get there is a, [[struck text]:mistry]] misterary [mystery].

The government is building barracks at Ft. Ruger, (we are one mile from Ft Ruger), and it is said the barracks are for this Company. I hope it is true. I, [[inserted above]:am]], getting very tired living in these dirty tents. Kp's are now put on for one week at a time. I have already had my, [[struck text]:ture]], [[inserted above]:trun?]]. K.p. isn't hard now as the men are fed in mess, [illegible], about three hour's work all day.

I often get homesick to come to the C.E meetings and church services. It is very unhandy

to go to church here as it is so far downtown and always miss my Sunday dinner which is about the best one put out.

What is Alfano doing and where dose, [does], he stay? I don't suppose he cares to go back to Indiana. A week ago this morning, a woman who sings at the Y.M.C.A. for the soldiers gave a party at her home for the men in service. We sure had a good time. All the good homemade cake we could eat. She had me on k.p., passing around cake. Some of the boys said they always knew I would make a good waiter. I sure am always there if there is something good to eat.

This morning, I was on fire guard from midnight until daylight. I was supposed to wake the cooks at 4 a.m. I went to sleep and didn't wake up until twenty after four, sure thinking I would hear from the Lt. but, nothing was said.

The mosquitoes are trying to carry me away, so good-night.

A friend,

Carl