Treat 'em Rough Letters from Jack the Kaiser Killer
   INDIANAPOLIS

   THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY

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    Copyright 1918

    The Bobbs-Merrill Company

   PRESS OF

   BRAUNWORTH & CO.

   BOOK MANUFACTURERS

   BROOKLYN, N.Y.

    Camp Grant

   , Sept. 23.

    FRIEND AL:

   Well Al I am writeing this in the recreation room at our barracks and they's about 20 other of the boys writeing letters and I will bet some of the letters is rich because half of the boys can't talk english to say nothing about writeing letters and etc. We got a fine bunch in my Co. Al and its a cinch I won't never die in the trenchs because I will be murdered in my bed before we ever get out of here only they don't call it bed in the army.

   They call it bunk and no wonder.

   Well Al I have been here since Wed. night and now it is Sunday and this is the first time I have not felt sick since we got here and even at that my left arm is so sore it is pretty near killing me where I got vacinated. Its a good thing I am not a left hander Al or I couldn't get a ball up to the plate but of course I don't have to think of that now because I am out of baseball now and in the big game but at that I guess a left hander could get along just as good with a sore arm because I never seen one of them yet that could break a pain of glass with their fast ball and if they didn't have all the luck in the world they would be rideing around the country in a side door Pullman with 
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