July 18th, 1915.
Belgium

I am just sending you this note with the letters enclosed about the good things you sent us.

Everything is quite quiet and peaceful here still. It is Sunday evening and one can hear the strains of music from piano to graphophone and mouth organ in different directions.

The corn cobs were just the thing and even Uncle Jack is'nt a patch on an old driver when it comes to a corn cob pipe. The men enjoyed the coffee and are keeping some of it for cold rainy days as it is much more refreshing than tea. There were socks for every man and some to spare. The tooth brushes went like wild fire. I am glad to say, also the chewing gum and they have not had so many and such good "smokes" since they came over here. They are pleased to feel that they are still remembered at home.

There is no more news. Ell and I may get a chance to observe from an aeroplane but don't let that worry you you're safer in the air than on the ground over here. One of the men was bluffing another one day last week. He said the worst experience he ever had was in an aeroplane. While up in the air he ran out of gasoline and was up there for three hours before they could get any up to him to come down. The other fellow took it all in including hook and sinker.