World War I Collection

Sweetheart;

It is now six-twenty A.M. and I haven't been to bed yet, had no bet to go to, last night we camped out at Lake George. Two hundred and sixty miles from N.Y. and as I lay on a hillside under the stars, thinking of you. I suddenly decided that I simply had to reach N.Y. today. I had to read your letters there waiting for me. The task seemed impossible, I had to tactfully keep Peggy and Ruth moving, suggesting at the end of each ride that we take one more hitch, until we reached Newburgh, then we took a ride in a huge wholesale grocery truck