New Britain herald., 1918-12-21
MY SOLDIER SWEET HEART
 Garrison's Continuation of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE

Perhaps" 1 returned non-co mittS2liy, tor while D4clly is apt to be rather conceited about trifing attain ments of his he's modest to a fault concerning either his drawing or the flying in which he is now rsking his life. Of course, l knew that he would tell us something concerning tho honor he had been given, but hoped for very little information outside of that we had already received from the newspaper accounts.
 Luck Was With Me"
 Nevertheless, when his expected letter came, the sight of it gave me an excited thrill of anticipation en- tirely outside of the keen joy with which I always greet a missive from my soldier husband. | was selfish enough to be glad that my mother in-law was out walking, so that I could enjoy the precious first reading of it alone. 1 am not generally so fortunate, for l haven't the heart 10 read Dicky's letters to myself first unless his mother receives one at the same time. Her hungry old eyes would haunt me if I did.
 Sweetheart Wife" the letter be- gan, just as have all the letters Dicky has written me since going lover there.'
 Have just returned from little joy-ride over our next door neigh bor's front yard AWfully inconsider- ate chap, too tried to set his little Archie dogs on me, and turned a few of his birds loose to chase me. But managed to get clear of them all, and get back without a scratch, and with the information I went after. So I'm going to call it a, day, write to you and then-guess I'll stroll over to the Salvation Army hut and get some of their we'll known doughnuts. Believe me. old girl, those doughnuts are the greatest things this side your own kitchen table. I suppose Katie's are pretty nearly as good-1for goodness's sake don't tell her this or you'I be shy one noisy maid when I get back but there's something about these 1 guess it's the homesickness we have here that fiavors 'em inversely-how's 1 that for a simile ?-and makes the l Salvation Army lassies, no matter whether they're pretty or homely 1 enough to stop a clock, the pets of the l army.
 Suppose you've read about the lit 1 tie fracas I had the other day. Guess 1 it was in the papers over there. I 1 simply had the most ripping luck. 1 Was up with several other flyers, got l separated from them and chased by l four Boche machines. They peppered | me pretty well, and I'd either have to 1 beat it or get mine, and that mighty l quick. So l put the old boat into a l nose spin, and the unsuspecting little 1 dears thought they'd got me sure. l But when I got far enough down I 1 righted my machine, tlirted my tail at l them and went merrily home. But if l luck hadn't been with me, giving me 1 the chance to make that spin over | our own lines, I wouldn't be here 1 writing to you. For over German ter 1 ritory, after they had followed me | down, they would have had a wonder l full chance to get me.
 "But, as I say, luck was surely with ! me, and the two machines I downed 1 brought my winnings to the point 1 where they made an ace of me. I'd l like to send you the decoration, but 1 suppose I'll have to tote it around | with me awhile.
 By the way, who do wou suppose ] I ran across the other day in this God-forsaken corner of the world? | Give you three guesses."