December 19, 1918.
Dear Father: --
Will write you a few lines to-night hope you are well and feeling fine, I am well.
Say Papa, you can get me an affidavit out to help you, if you want one of us, you can send us an affidavit stating that you need one of us to help you.
If Alfred wants to come home you try to get him out first, I will be waiting to stay until they discharge me, if he can get out, for he is younger than I and I want him to have the first chance, you just send him an affidavit saying you need him, but you can fix that better than I could tell you.
Now you get busy and get him while you can, for I’m sure you can. I am still driving a truck here, and may drive all time I here.
They are going to give the boys in my company a chance to take a flight in a Balloon, I am thinking of going up in one, it may scare me half to death but will try it anyway.
Well Papa I will have to close so ans soon your son,