Meulebeke --Bel.
Dec 6th – 1918.

Dear Folks;

I am not at Meulebeke at present but about fifteen kilometers from there on our way to France. We are in a sort of “no man’s land” tonight sleeping in some German barracks as the country through this part is not very thickly populated since the war took place. We are located just out of Sictenveldt, a town that has been ruined by shellfire and balming. We are on our way to somewhere in France. For the past twenty days we have been roaming about Belgium from place to place about forty kilometers from Brussels. One of the largest places we were in was Ondenaarde. My Captain told me today that he received a telegram from Senator Pittman regarding my welfare. I presume you worried Senator Pittman for this information. I wrote you a letter shortly after I returned from the front, but possibly you did not receive it. Since that time I have written quite often and will continue to do so until I get back to the U.S.

I am just feeling dandy at present. For a few days I did not feel very good due to a cold but I soon recovered. This is the first time that I have not felt just right since I came over.

Your loving son,

Ira L. Kent

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