TRANSCRIBED FROM THE GURDON TIMES MAY 17, 1919 P. 1
Co. “C” 114th Eng., Camp Stewart, Va., May 11th, 1919
Dear Mother:
As I have been thinking for the last month that I would beat a letter home and have neglected writing, and here it is “Mothers’ Day,” so I cannot put it off any longer, for the other boys are all writing and I know I love my mother as much as any boy can, and know that I have as good a mother as anybody; so it is a pleasure to me to spend a few minutes in writing to you.
I am glad that I can say that both of your boys are returning as good, strong and clean moral boys as we were when we left, and we give mother credit for it, for I am sure you was continually praying for that, and I was putting forth every effort to make us comfortable and happy while we were in France.
Now, as we are returning, don’t think for a moment that we have forgotten mother, because we did not write as often as you thought we ought to, for it is the highest of our ambition to make mother happier than ever before.
So hoping this finds all well and enjoying life, and that another Sunday will find us enjoying the pleasures of civil life again. So give my love to father and the kids.
I remain, your boy,
Bruce Clark.
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TRANSCRIBED BY DEBRA POLSTON
Co. “C” 114th Eng., Camp Stewart, Va., May 11th, 1919
Dear Mother:
As I have been thinking for the last month that I would beat a letter home and have neglected writing, and here it is “Mothers’ Day,” so I cannot put it off any longer, for the other boys are all writing and I know I love my mother as much as any boy can, and know that I have as good a mother as anybody; so it is a pleasure to me to spend a few minutes in writing to you.
I am glad that I can say that both of your boys are returning as good, strong and clean moral boys as we were when we left, and we give mother credit for it, for I am sure you was continually praying for that, and I was putting forth every effort to make us comfortable and happy while we were in France.
Now, as we are returning, don’t think for a moment that we have forgotten mother, because we did not write as often as you thought we ought to, for it is the highest of our ambition to make mother happier than ever before.
So hoping this finds all well and enjoying life, and that another Sunday will find us enjoying the pleasures of civil life again. So give my love to father and the kids.
I remain, your boy,
Bruce Clark.
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TRANSCRIBED BY DEBRA POLSTON