Sensing that my mother and sweetheart may be fearful of my contracting the Spanish Influenza ("S.I."), I fire off two postcards to reassure them that I am "still on deck and as fit as a fiddle." Both cards contained essentially the same message.In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have mentioned the fifty cases of influenza being taking out of our camp on October 8th. It seems to have undermined my intent to reassure them of my continued good health.
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