Somewhere in France (Rowland)

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Wednesday eve., Feb. 13, 1918.
Dearest Mother and all the dear ones.

I am assigned permantly at last I guess—Clerical work in the Base Surgeon’s office here. The offices are at headquarters no where near a hospital, and I bed and board at a good hotel; but still I would rather be at the front.

The boys here tell me they get mail every week, so it will be nice when we get into communication again.

We are having fine spring weather and in many respects the country is beautiful. The town is one of the large cities of France and of course interesting.

There is only one fellow with me now that I know at all, and have known him barely a week. He is a good fellow, a professor from Massachusets.

Am feeling fine and trust and hope that you dear ones at home are in the same pickle.

With tenderest love for you all and best regards to my friends, I am,

Yours truly,
John A. Rowland
Headquarters Base Section No. 2
care Base Surgeons, A.E.F.