Dear Kids:
Was just about to write the folks but surely it is about your turn - but it all amounts to the same thing as whoever gets the letter the other one reads it.
Spring has finally reached France and it is a decided improvement over the severe months of mud, rain, snow and sleet that we have had. The leaves are coming out, the grass is green - rye is about a foot and a half high and the sun is shining. I am glad of it as I was never so tired of water in all my life. No wonder the American soldiers call the Frenchmen "Frogs." They certainly live in water nine months out of the year.
We are leaving France the last of the month for home. We will be out until about the twentieth and join the Regiment at St. Nazaire and then home. God but I'll be glad to get back. Eleven months of Army life is all I want. But I am still alive and in excellent shape so I guess I can't kick. The life of the soldier either kills a man or makes one out of him and everyone has to look out for himself because no one else will.
The town here is very small. The Motor Transport Branch of the Army has a huge repair yard here and boy you should see the trucks here. I would judge there to be about four thousand in all. The main line of the "Est" railroad runs through here. I am going over to the yards in a minute as there are a bunch of those big railroad guns over there - all camouflaged - I think they are either 14 or 16 inch guns and ye gods but they are huge affairs. There are several others of smaller types.
We go to Dijon from here. It is a city of almost fifty thousand and a very good town.
Haven't had any mail for two weeks and some days. We have been moving so fast that it hasn't caught up with us.
Am feeling fine and will see you about June 10th.
Grant
