Convalescent Hospital, France
Dolph's Letter #35

Dear Sweetheart —

How are you dear? How is everything going?

You know I forgot to tell you I saw 2 U.S.O. shows here. I guess their schedules were awry for I saw Roscoe Ates + his troupe yesterday afternoon + Joe McKenna + his the night before that. Enjoyed them even though the main content of both was "double entendre" with the double left out. Song + dance were also a part of the shows. Passed time, but I'm sure they never could have gotten away with those "jokes" but in front of the Army.

Went to the Doc today + had my arm dressed. Shall see him again on the 29th so I shall "celebrate" our 1st anniversary here in the hospital with a can of tomato juice which I saved from this week's rations + the tenderest thoughts of you. You whom I hold more dear than anyone or anything else. I love you Jeanne. You are with me constantly.

Your devoted husband,
Dolph

Take good care of yourself — you are everything to me.

P.S. A.E. Housman wrote

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth + high heaven are fixt of old + founded strong.
Think rather, — call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long

Now, + I muse for why + never find the reason,
I pace the earth + drink the air, + feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season
Let us endure an hour + see injustice done.