Don, 10 February
1915
Dear family,
I am out of writingpaper,
and I can’t buy any here. So today you’ll have to amuse yourself with a postcard.
Which also works as a sign of life. I would like write you what you can send me
when you have the chance.
So: writingpaper, and postcards,
some pencils which are difficult to find here, Wybert tablets for my cold, and
now and then something nice to eat. Smokes I can get here enough.
Many greetings your Fritz
PS: I (= the writer of this blog) have abandoned the idea of putting up a German transcription as well, as there seems to be no interest from Germany whatsoever (See also Post # 1 "Introduction".)
Very sorry, but if it serves no purpose why continue it?
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