Given how much complaining about the mail delivery and the fact that Herb's Dad is a postman, this memo caught my eye. Apparently it was enough of an issue that an order had to be written so that mail could find the men. It seems a little late in the game - given it is dated November 3, 1918.
So, Commanding Officer, you are instructed "to insist upon the execution of this order". And, by the way, call it in, but if you aren't near a phone, well, then send a courier. Because you aren't clever enough to figure this out on your own.
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