TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOG CABIN DEMOCRAT NOVEMBER 22, 1917 P. 5
The last time I wrote you from ashore was at Norfolk, Va.; this time I am in Brooklyn, N.Y. I received the rain suit and sure was glad to get it, as it is very cold and the weather is bad. I am certainly sorry to disappoint you by not coming home, but there is going to be music in the air real soon and no more furloughs are granted from this ship.
I expect to get my gold medal next week, as a prize for being second best gunner, shooting twelve-inch guns on my ship. You could see the big 1,200-pound shells fly to the target like a bird.
Tell all my friends ‘Hello’ for this is my last letter in the United States for the present. I am not allowed to tell it any plainer, but we are ready to cross.
NOTES: This partial letter was written by Robert Erbacher who was serving in the US Navy onboard the USS Wyoming. He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. E. Erbacher of Conway, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LARAE SHURLEY
The last time I wrote you from ashore was at Norfolk, Va.; this time I am in Brooklyn, N.Y. I received the rain suit and sure was glad to get it, as it is very cold and the weather is bad. I am certainly sorry to disappoint you by not coming home, but there is going to be music in the air real soon and no more furloughs are granted from this ship.
I expect to get my gold medal next week, as a prize for being second best gunner, shooting twelve-inch guns on my ship. You could see the big 1,200-pound shells fly to the target like a bird.
Tell all my friends ‘Hello’ for this is my last letter in the United States for the present. I am not allowed to tell it any plainer, but we are ready to cross.
NOTES: This partial letter was written by Robert Erbacher who was serving in the US Navy onboard the USS Wyoming. He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. E. Erbacher of Conway, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LARAE SHURLEY