TRANSCRIBED FROM THE POCAHONTAS STAR HERALD MAY 17, 1918 P. 3
Lost Mills Corregidor, March 7.
Dear Editor:
If you will please allow me a short space in your paper I will try to write to my dear old Randolph friends about my army life. Have been in the army about two years and am growing to like it better every day, but it was awful hard for me to get used to the military discipline. Sure will do one a lot of good, settle him down and make a man of him.
I was born in old Randolph county about one-half mile west of Biggers and I always found that to be the garden spot of the world; when I used to go on a wild goose chase, which boys often do, I would never stop till I got back to the old town of Biggers and get the Star Herald and read it over, but this time I won’t get back till Uncle Sam tells me I can go, for he has landed me across the Pacific ocean. I didn’t know there was so much water, and talk about being sea sick, I certainly was, and told them then that they would have to build a bridge before I would cross again, but I will be glad to get back to the old U. S. A. We have some people here who are civilized and some who are not, and a man who has been around good people sure does want to get back. Will not take any more space to tell you about the Philippine Islands only that we have sunshine all the time even when you are having snow.
Since this unfortunate war broke out guess it has taken a lot of Ran. county boys. I think that when Uncle Sam starts that spring drive the old Kaiser will come to the conclusion that he might as well give up, for when we go over there we will bring back victory or not at all. Especially the boys from Randolph, show them what Arkansas squirrel hunters can do. I sure do have sympathy for those poor boys in the trenches and feel it my duty to go and help them. I am carrying a $3,000 war risk insurance made to my mother.
As this is my first letter to write I will close by leaving you the best of wishes, Sincerely yours,
Private Myrt Anderson,
16th Co., Coast Artillery.
NOTES: Anderson was born at Biggers, Arkansas on August 22, 1892 or 93. He died on December 28, 1971 and is buried in the Monette Memorial Cemetery in Monette, Arkansas. His headstone identifies him as a Pvt. in the Coast Art. When he registered for the draft he was living at Black Oak, Arkansas. At the time of this letter he was serving in the Philippine Islands.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
Lost Mills Corregidor, March 7.
Dear Editor:
If you will please allow me a short space in your paper I will try to write to my dear old Randolph friends about my army life. Have been in the army about two years and am growing to like it better every day, but it was awful hard for me to get used to the military discipline. Sure will do one a lot of good, settle him down and make a man of him.
I was born in old Randolph county about one-half mile west of Biggers and I always found that to be the garden spot of the world; when I used to go on a wild goose chase, which boys often do, I would never stop till I got back to the old town of Biggers and get the Star Herald and read it over, but this time I won’t get back till Uncle Sam tells me I can go, for he has landed me across the Pacific ocean. I didn’t know there was so much water, and talk about being sea sick, I certainly was, and told them then that they would have to build a bridge before I would cross again, but I will be glad to get back to the old U. S. A. We have some people here who are civilized and some who are not, and a man who has been around good people sure does want to get back. Will not take any more space to tell you about the Philippine Islands only that we have sunshine all the time even when you are having snow.
Since this unfortunate war broke out guess it has taken a lot of Ran. county boys. I think that when Uncle Sam starts that spring drive the old Kaiser will come to the conclusion that he might as well give up, for when we go over there we will bring back victory or not at all. Especially the boys from Randolph, show them what Arkansas squirrel hunters can do. I sure do have sympathy for those poor boys in the trenches and feel it my duty to go and help them. I am carrying a $3,000 war risk insurance made to my mother.
As this is my first letter to write I will close by leaving you the best of wishes, Sincerely yours,
Private Myrt Anderson,
16th Co., Coast Artillery.
NOTES: Anderson was born at Biggers, Arkansas on August 22, 1892 or 93. He died on December 28, 1971 and is buried in the Monette Memorial Cemetery in Monette, Arkansas. His headstone identifies him as a Pvt. in the Coast Art. When he registered for the draft he was living at Black Oak, Arkansas. At the time of this letter he was serving in the Philippine Islands.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS