Montmedy France January 16 1919. Mother Mine. I have now been about twenty days without word from Ogden, and it seems to me to be a year. While the war was going on, with its excitement and risks I could get by, but now that it is finished and time hangs heavy, I worry as to how things are at home. It gets so hard at times that I almost pray for the war to continue. I know that the lack of news from home is not because you don’t think of me, but that you all expect me home soon. Well it may be for months as the report now is that we got to Monheim Germany soon. If so, then it will be some time. Write and have the others write, any gossip how small anything at all. We have of course some drill setting up exercises and I have about five times as much paperwork to do, but I believe if this monotony goes on with no letters, I’ll hunt up one of the nearest revolutionary armys and join. This is sure some blue letter so far but when you don’t hear from your wife or family for as long as I have its sure hell and I can understand how a mother feels when her damned unthoughtful sons don’t write even though they may have the best intentions. Enough gloom? Well today has been a wonderful day bright sunshiney and from teh top of the fortress walls I could see the river sparkling in the valley at least eight hundred ft below. Green fields surrounding the village at the foot of the mont, for miles. The trees and shrubs growing on the are pulling forth buds. It has been such a day that lingers in your memory. I finished my reports for stdgs wrote what letters were necessary, and tried to study French but as it is necessary for some one to be in the bureau at all times, being sgt, its up to me. Well I stayed as long as I could with sun shining in the window, and then left. I climbed up and down, walked, ran & jumped like someone crazy, or released from prison but at least I didn’t have to think or wait for no mail. Tonight I am fairly tired and possibly after hrs the mail may arrive. Had a letter from Theron, also two boxes cigarettes. He is well and hopes to start home in Feb. Certainly hope he does. The Lieut has written for his permission and will leave soon which will give me something more to do. Don’t want you to think that I am not well, and getting along alright, for its not the case. Its just no news and things to damn easy. As Ever. Your Son Ted. TO: Mrs. Florence Littlefield 2528 Madison Ave. Ogden, Utah U.S.A. FROM: E.A. Littlefield SSU 64R Par BCM Paris France.