August 8 1917 Dear "Butch" - Your letter arrived O.K. [ms torn] I was glad to note you enjoyed [your] trip. I wish I had you here to crank up my truck and carry gasoline. The boy with whom I drive is too small to crank it - so I have all that to do myself. You should see the big guns - all painted queer colors - so that they can not be seen. Even whole trains are painted this same way. They have little railroads the size of this one at Electric Park to carry shells and powder down by gasoline and electric engines. Keep Mother's garden going well. Love, Ned.