TRANSCRIBED FROM THE MALVERN TIMES JOURNAL DECEMBER 12, 1918 P. 1
France; Nov. 3rd., 1918.
My dear father and mother:
I will write you all a few lines, as I know you are anxious to hear from me. I am perfectly well. We landed in France, safe. We had a fine trip. Had good luck all the way through. I like France better than I did England. The French people are awfully nice to us. We are camped in stone houses. I don’t think it gets very cold here. They have the prettiest gardens here I ever saw. I haven’t seen any cotton or corn since I left the U. S. We see lots of women plowing oxen. Don’t see hardly any horses. The French use two wheel carts together. We see lots of cattle and sheep. I don’t think the U.S. will send many more men over here, as they have enough now to clean Germany up. The French people don’t think we will ever see the front. The French are fine looking soldiers. Black berries are ripe here now. I have a good bed and plenty to eat. I haven’t seen any boys I know over here yet. I hope you are all well. Everyone thinks the war will soon be over. This is one of the oldest towns in France. Tell Fred I will have lots to tell him when I get home. Tell all of my friends, my address. Write me two or three letters a week. I can’t write very often. I wish I knew where Ernest was in France. I may be close to him. Will close for this time. From your boy. Love to all
John P. Clem, Btry, 137,
F. A. American E. F. A. P O. 779
NOTES: Written by Clem to his mother, Mrs. J. T. Clem. John Peyton Clem was born on February 26, 1886 and died on February 22, 1921. He is buried in the Oak Ridge Cemetery in Malvern, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY KAREN PITTMAN
France; Nov. 3rd., 1918.
My dear father and mother:
I will write you all a few lines, as I know you are anxious to hear from me. I am perfectly well. We landed in France, safe. We had a fine trip. Had good luck all the way through. I like France better than I did England. The French people are awfully nice to us. We are camped in stone houses. I don’t think it gets very cold here. They have the prettiest gardens here I ever saw. I haven’t seen any cotton or corn since I left the U. S. We see lots of women plowing oxen. Don’t see hardly any horses. The French use two wheel carts together. We see lots of cattle and sheep. I don’t think the U.S. will send many more men over here, as they have enough now to clean Germany up. The French people don’t think we will ever see the front. The French are fine looking soldiers. Black berries are ripe here now. I have a good bed and plenty to eat. I haven’t seen any boys I know over here yet. I hope you are all well. Everyone thinks the war will soon be over. This is one of the oldest towns in France. Tell Fred I will have lots to tell him when I get home. Tell all of my friends, my address. Write me two or three letters a week. I can’t write very often. I wish I knew where Ernest was in France. I may be close to him. Will close for this time. From your boy. Love to all
John P. Clem, Btry, 137,
F. A. American E. F. A. P O. 779
NOTES: Written by Clem to his mother, Mrs. J. T. Clem. John Peyton Clem was born on February 26, 1886 and died on February 22, 1921. He is buried in the Oak Ridge Cemetery in Malvern, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY KAREN PITTMAN