Respected Father and Mother:
Again I take my pen in hand to inform you of my health. I am well and harty and tuf and I hope this may find you the same. I have not heard from you in a long time, but I live in hopes of hearing from you soon. I have not had a letter in three weeks or more. I saw some of the drafted men. Only one that I knew. That was Charles Burger. He told me that Andrew had gone back to Kendallville and Rory Richardson was left at Indianapolis. I am very sorry to hear that Andrew was drafted, but it can't be helped.
Well, Dad and Mom, I am tuffer than I ever was before. It just agrees with me. I expected it would kill me but it did not. I guess we will stay here all winter now. We have fixed up our tents and made us a good fireplace and so you see we live like kings. We have not got any pay yet, but we expect it every day and when I get it I will send it to Frank ---- so you can get it there. I expect you want as much as I can send. I will send you all I get so you can help yourself as you want to.
You must send Joe to school every day you can and when I come home I can hear her read in the third grade and I will fetch her something nice. I will get my likeness taken so you can see if I gain in flesh. I guess I will stop my foolishness now. I should like to come home now to vote, but that is played out now.
Now I want you to tell me how you get along. Tell Joe to be a good girl and not get in love with them little boys from town. Tell Edge to write and John Larue. I guess I have to close for now.
Your friend and son,
T. L. Larue
Write soon. Good day.
Send me the Angola papers if you will.