EXCUSE THE PENCIL




From Leonard K. Guthner to Miss Bessie Banes in Littleton, Colorado.

Written March 15, 1918. Postmarked March 16, 1918 in Ft. Riley, Kansas.

Dear Bess,

I got your letter this afternoon and was glad to hear that you are well. I wish I could say that again. I am still here in the hospital and sure am getting tired of it, although I have nothing to do but bum around but even that don't suit. The doctors don't seem to know what is wrong with me. They say there is nothing the matter with the heart or lungs. They say it is the muscles that are giving me the trouble. I thought that I would not have to go to bed this trip, but have put in three days already. I am up today. Our chaplain called Wednesday afternoon and offered his assistance. He sure is a prince.

I think I will accept your excuse as I know how it is when you are moving. You know, when I didn't get a letter on the regular day, I thought, they are moving and Bess hasn't the time to write.

I have no idea where Ed is but am afraid he is far, far away. I (ran out of ink) sure hope that Geo gets his furlough as he sure has had to wait long enough. He had not gotten it before I left.

I sure would have gone to that wedding if I had a chance. I certainly hope you went, and don't blame you at all for not wanting to be a bridesmaid. Well, give the happy pair my best wishes. Somebody else is married that we know. Remember that small little man that we used to meet on the Littleton car? I called him Scotty and he used to get on at Cherrylyn and he got off at Woodlawn. Well he married some widow. I didn't think he would wait so long as the boys at the shop were planning what they were going to do to our Scotty if he ever passed the cigars. That was when I was working there.

The weather is fairly good now. The wind blows one day and the next we clean up. The following day the wind blows again and so on.

I have a lot of relations who live in Kansas and have cars. They are just getting wise to the fact that I am here. That beats me. They are going to come and see me soon. This is what they say. It will probably take them longer to get here than it did for them to find out I was here.

I will close hoping you excuse the pencil.

I remain, as ever,
Len

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