I'm now in France. I wrote you a couple of days ago but the letter wasn't passed by the censor. Must have stepped over the line a little. Wrote Gus at the same time. I'm safe and sound, feeling fine. Don't worry; I'll take care of myself. The other day I visited a French farm home and had a little talk with the family. Pretty difficult but we got along. They were very friendly. I left with a canteenful of cider, which was pretty good stuff (rather hard). Yes, I know our wedding anniversary has just passed. Seems almost as if my former life were but a dream. You don't know how bad I want to be back home. Save your money, take good care of the baby and I'll be seeing you one of these days.