Clemence, France
Feb 23, 1919.

Dear Father;

This is the first letter I have written you for some time. – We are still here at Clemence, France. Things look as if we are coming home soon. I believe when we leave here we will go direct to a seaport and load on a ship. I have turned in my name to be mustered out at the Presidio, San Francisco otherwise I would be sent to Camp Kerney.

I have enjoyed a pretty good time since I came to this place. – Have been on pass to several towns in the near vicinity. This is only a small place where we are, just my company billeted here. It reminds me very much of Stillwater, it is so lovely.

I have not received many letters lately as I guess you think I am on my way back to the states. A fellow sure has a great time over in this country. You know when a person goes to a town there is nothing much to do except see the sights if there are any to see. The balance of the time he is in a saloon or café drinking booze. The French people are very strong for drinks of all kinds. They sell liquors in all grocery stores, wholesales houses. This [coniac] thriple six etc. has boxing gloves in it. A fellow downs a few of them, he will fight anything that comes his way.

This is a healthy life for a person. Go to bed every night about eight, get up at the same time every morning, eat our meals regular plenty of physical exercise. How can one keep from getting fat. I am feeling great now since they cut out the kind work, that is hiking around all day with a heavy pack.

Well I will be home in another month or six weeks then I will tell you all about it.

With love from your son,
Ira L. Kent.

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