TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOG CABIN DEMOCRAT OCTOBER 31 P. 6
Pons, France, October 24, 1918.
Dearest Mother and Dad:
If you could see me tonight you’d think army life wasn’t at all bad. Our squad in one room of this old house are all nice fellows. We just built a cheerful fire in the fire-place of which there is one in every room of these old house around this town in which we are quartered. Of course it isn’t exactly like being at home, but being in the army, I don’t believe a fellow could ask for more, and we are hoping that we shall be quartered here all winter. This is an old, old town. I have sent you some views of the place with a history of town. It is what is known as southern France and is about 65 miles northwest of Bordeaux, which you can find on any map of France. We are long, long way from the front and if our troops succeed in taking Metz, I shouldn’t wonder if we ever moved any nearer. There is great talk of the war ending by Christmas, and we all trust the prophets are correct.
I think we have been exceedingly lucky as only one of our boys has been sick. I really never felt better in my life and I think if I never see any more hardship than I have I can’t complain of army life. Everybody is well and happy. Each evening the band plays in the Grand Place or public square and the populace turn out to hear it.
I am learning to speak French “tres bien” (very well). Have made friends with a farmer who lives at the edge of town and I go out every evening and get a bottle of fresh milk for 40 centimes (8cents). We are getting rather anxious to hear from home as it has been more than a month since we left Dix. Don’t worry, we are getting on fine.
Your loving son,
H. I. Anderson
87th Div. Hq. Troop, A.P.O. No. 906, A.E.F.
NOTES: This letter is written by H. Isaac Anderson who was a former employee of the Conway Printing Company.
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD
Pons, France, October 24, 1918.
Dearest Mother and Dad:
If you could see me tonight you’d think army life wasn’t at all bad. Our squad in one room of this old house are all nice fellows. We just built a cheerful fire in the fire-place of which there is one in every room of these old house around this town in which we are quartered. Of course it isn’t exactly like being at home, but being in the army, I don’t believe a fellow could ask for more, and we are hoping that we shall be quartered here all winter. This is an old, old town. I have sent you some views of the place with a history of town. It is what is known as southern France and is about 65 miles northwest of Bordeaux, which you can find on any map of France. We are long, long way from the front and if our troops succeed in taking Metz, I shouldn’t wonder if we ever moved any nearer. There is great talk of the war ending by Christmas, and we all trust the prophets are correct.
I think we have been exceedingly lucky as only one of our boys has been sick. I really never felt better in my life and I think if I never see any more hardship than I have I can’t complain of army life. Everybody is well and happy. Each evening the band plays in the Grand Place or public square and the populace turn out to hear it.
I am learning to speak French “tres bien” (very well). Have made friends with a farmer who lives at the edge of town and I go out every evening and get a bottle of fresh milk for 40 centimes (8cents). We are getting rather anxious to hear from home as it has been more than a month since we left Dix. Don’t worry, we are getting on fine.
Your loving son,
H. I. Anderson
87th Div. Hq. Troop, A.P.O. No. 906, A.E.F.
NOTES: This letter is written by H. Isaac Anderson who was a former employee of the Conway Printing Company.
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD