July 4, 1918

Dearest Myrtle,

I arrived aboard ship last night on time and everything is lovely so far as that, but Myrtle ah! I am so lonely and down here and so far from you and it may be a long, long time before I see you again but I hope it won't be. I don't know what to do with myself and am so restless I can't sit down and every thng that comes to my mind are (sic) memorys yes sweet, sweet memorys (sic) of the seven days that