TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOG CABIN DEMOCRAT AUGUST 9, 1917 P. 2
West Point, N. Y. July 30, 1917,
Editor Log Cabin Democrat:
If not asking too much of you, I would like to speak again to my many friends and relatives through your paper. I left Jefferson Barracks June 27 for West Point, N.Y., where I am now attached to the quartermasters corps. We issue food stuffs and clothing to the cadets and other branches of the regular army. West Point is a beautiful place and one never tires of looking at the beautiful scenery. We are only 40 miles from New York City, where we boys go to spend our time off. I like army life better and better. The longer I stay in the service the more it seems like home to me. Am surprised that only a few of the Conway boys have enlisted. Come on in boys and don’t let the draft get you, for if you are drafted you go where the government wants you to go and you won’t be as well treated. As for myself I would hate to be drafted. I don’t claim to be a brave hero nor am I anxious to fight, but I have no yellow streak down my back, and if I am needed across the sea that is where I want to go. I want to do my bit and when Uncle Sam is through with me I know of a little farm back in dear old Arkansas where a dear old gray-headed mother awaits me and that’s where I will settle down and never again will I roam.
Boys, come on and do your bit, for if there is any fighting blood in your veins your country needs you.
Sergeant Charles E. Chrouch.
NOTES: Charles E. Chrouch was born in Arkansas in May 1889 and died on February 9, 1933. He is buried in the Round Mountain Cemetery in Conway, Arkansas. His military headstone identifies him as a Pvt. serving in the Q.M. Corps. He enlisted on March 22, 1907 and was discharged on January 10, 1919. He also served in the Q.M. Corps from December 23, 1920 to August 19, 1921. He was apparently discharged due to disability that consisted of blindness in his left eye and an old wound in his right thigh. He spent some time in the mid-1920s in the U.S. National Homes for Disabled Volunteers.
TRANSCRIBED BY JACQUE HOWARD
West Point, N. Y. July 30, 1917,
Editor Log Cabin Democrat:
If not asking too much of you, I would like to speak again to my many friends and relatives through your paper. I left Jefferson Barracks June 27 for West Point, N.Y., where I am now attached to the quartermasters corps. We issue food stuffs and clothing to the cadets and other branches of the regular army. West Point is a beautiful place and one never tires of looking at the beautiful scenery. We are only 40 miles from New York City, where we boys go to spend our time off. I like army life better and better. The longer I stay in the service the more it seems like home to me. Am surprised that only a few of the Conway boys have enlisted. Come on in boys and don’t let the draft get you, for if you are drafted you go where the government wants you to go and you won’t be as well treated. As for myself I would hate to be drafted. I don’t claim to be a brave hero nor am I anxious to fight, but I have no yellow streak down my back, and if I am needed across the sea that is where I want to go. I want to do my bit and when Uncle Sam is through with me I know of a little farm back in dear old Arkansas where a dear old gray-headed mother awaits me and that’s where I will settle down and never again will I roam.
Boys, come on and do your bit, for if there is any fighting blood in your veins your country needs you.
Sergeant Charles E. Chrouch.
NOTES: Charles E. Chrouch was born in Arkansas in May 1889 and died on February 9, 1933. He is buried in the Round Mountain Cemetery in Conway, Arkansas. His military headstone identifies him as a Pvt. serving in the Q.M. Corps. He enlisted on March 22, 1907 and was discharged on January 10, 1919. He also served in the Q.M. Corps from December 23, 1920 to August 19, 1921. He was apparently discharged due to disability that consisted of blindness in his left eye and an old wound in his right thigh. He spent some time in the mid-1920s in the U.S. National Homes for Disabled Volunteers.
TRANSCRIBED BY JACQUE HOWARD