TRANSCRIBED FROM THE GRAND PRAIRIE NEWS NOVEMBER 28, 1918 P. 7
Somewhere in France.
Dear Ma.
Well, I guess you think it’s time for me to write, but you see with all this business going on over here we can’t hardly find time.
You know Ma what a time I had when I went to Ft. Riley gettin’ any clothes tall enough for me, well I declare when I get to running these here Germans (that you spell HUN and not the way I write hon to Katy), well I don’t have to roll up my shirt sleeves for they’re already to my elbows and I just natcherly don’t wear no socks any more cause those No. 15 they give me swunk til they are not more’n 12’s I know, so that’s what yer better send me Xmas, I’m sending you one of them permits that Uncle Sam makes us have. You know you kin send about four pounds and guess them socks won’t way no more.
Say tell Pa I can sure show him how to dig the snow from the house to the barn next winter. I am some swell trench digger and then I’ll get to see my beloved old mule now that the Kaiser is abbycated, you know that’s just the same as A. W. O. L. with us guys in the good old American Army.
Ma, I wish you could see the swell looking French Dames, they all look at me so admiringly, but I don’t pay no ‘tention to them cause you know I promised Katy not to let them all kidnap me.
Gee, this is a terrible long letter. Must close.
Your affectionate
Long Boy
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TRANSCRIBED BY DEBRA POLSTON
Somewhere in France.
Dear Ma.
Well, I guess you think it’s time for me to write, but you see with all this business going on over here we can’t hardly find time.
You know Ma what a time I had when I went to Ft. Riley gettin’ any clothes tall enough for me, well I declare when I get to running these here Germans (that you spell HUN and not the way I write hon to Katy), well I don’t have to roll up my shirt sleeves for they’re already to my elbows and I just natcherly don’t wear no socks any more cause those No. 15 they give me swunk til they are not more’n 12’s I know, so that’s what yer better send me Xmas, I’m sending you one of them permits that Uncle Sam makes us have. You know you kin send about four pounds and guess them socks won’t way no more.
Say tell Pa I can sure show him how to dig the snow from the house to the barn next winter. I am some swell trench digger and then I’ll get to see my beloved old mule now that the Kaiser is abbycated, you know that’s just the same as A. W. O. L. with us guys in the good old American Army.
Ma, I wish you could see the swell looking French Dames, they all look at me so admiringly, but I don’t pay no ‘tention to them cause you know I promised Katy not to let them all kidnap me.
Gee, this is a terrible long letter. Must close.
Your affectionate
Long Boy
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY DEBRA POLSTON