[Letter of Robert Lincoln O’Connell to his mother, probably May 1917] Washington Barracks, D.C. Thursday, Dear Mother Your note came yesterday. I thought at first it was Dannie’s scratch until I looked at the name. That ghost was a bad actor, but you should have been in the cot-room last Friday night, pay day. Some of the officers were a disgrace. I don’t know what to do about that suit. Sarah has read the long letter I sent Thursday and while I don’t suppose there will (2) be anything done about it, there is always a doubt. I guess the best way is to let him wear the suit. He can be careful for a month or two until I know for sure and then if I am kept on, it won’t matter. If I’m not kept, I will have one or two months pay, which will help. There is so much red-tape that it takes weeks to do anything. That card from Mr. Williams was rather nice. I wish you would take things easy. There is not much chance of our going away to fight and if I was home, I would soon be called to work (3) in some munitions factory, which I couldn’t refuse because I think this country will have to work hard before the war is over and I might as well be able to say I spent my time in the army as in explaining why I didn’t do something. I wish you would send me a ‘Hartford Times’ once in a while. There is nothing else I want. It has been a very busy and very long month since I enlisted. The Washington papers are dull and uninteresting and never have any news from up there. The letters from Wales were interesting although I (4) had never found them so, before. I got a letter from Charlie Anderson and am sending him a postal. I had forgotten Mrs.Desilet and the Wards. This city has trees along the main streets. I never saw a place like it. I have not seen Mr. Lud, the President, yet. But I have seen the principle buildings and the Wash. Monument, which you can’t help seeing, it is so tall. Don’t forget the papers. Your affectionate son, Rob. [Transcribed by W.J. Shepherd, 4/19/2009]