Dec. 20th 1917.

Dearest People:
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Every once in a while I seem to hear little hits of news about Eric Dear. Norman Campbell, a cousin who was on leave, told me Eric was on his way home when his machine was hit. It only meant a very few minutes before he would have been over our lines. Oh! don’t it seem terrible.
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Lovingly,
Molly