France.
Feb. 1st. 1918

Dear Mother,

Just a line or two, and I know you will be glad to hear all about it this time. My leave comes through on the third, so just another day and I'll be on my way to England again. That sounds good, doesn't it? They will be glad to see me, I guess, and it will be something of a surprise as I haven't let them know yet. But guess they will almost expect to see me as they know that it's just about my time for my leave. It has been quite awhile to wait, but there has been a lot of talk of better leave conditions this year. And I hope it works out that way, or better still, the war ends, so we'll be able to take a holiday when you feel like it, eh? Well Mother dear, I got three of your letters together the other day, and I also got the box of cigs and chocs that you sent along too, so you see I am a lucky boy these days. I was glad to hear that little sis of mine is doing so well, but I hope she has got rid of the cold by now. I wonder if you went to Maggie W's wedding. Things do happen, don't they? But I guess the lucky man won't have to come over here, eh? Well Mother, this is only a short letter, but I'll write soon when I have more time, so bye bye for the present, and hoping you are all in the best of health, I'll close now with best love to all from your loving Son,

Frank.