TRANSCRIBED FROM THE COURIER DEMOCRAT MAY 16, 1918 P. 10
Dear Father and Mother:
I am now in Camp Gordon and feeling fine and dandy. We made the trip from Camp Pike to this camp all O.K. We were on the train 48 hours, and believe me, we certainly had some fine time on this trip. The people would meet us at all the towns and cheer as long as they could see us, and in all the larger cities, when we stopped, the girls would give us flowers, and the old ladies would give us cake. I got some of the prettiest roses I ever saw. There were eighteen car loads of us and I think there were about 850 boys in the bunch. When we would get in sight of a town we would get to the windows and begin to yell and wave our hats, then we could see the people running from all directions to see us. The old men and women would cry and wave at us, and some of the older ladies would throw kisses (too bad it wasn't the younger ones) and wave U.S. flags until we passed out of sight.
We came over some of the awfullest roads I ever saw. There were some places where the road was so crooked that the boys in the back coaches could almost shake hands with the engineer, and just through one tunnel after another all through Alabama. We came through Tennessee, Mississippi and on into Georgia, giving us an opportunity to see lots of country we had never seen before. This is a hilly country and reminds me very much of old Arkansas, the best of all. This camp is not as nice as Camp Pike, but I think I will like it pretty well. Will write you every few days. Tell all the old kiddies "hello."
Your son,
J. ED HAMILTON.
22nd Co., 6th Bn. 2nd replacement Regiment, Camp Gordon, Atlanta, Ga.
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TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
Dear Father and Mother:
I am now in Camp Gordon and feeling fine and dandy. We made the trip from Camp Pike to this camp all O.K. We were on the train 48 hours, and believe me, we certainly had some fine time on this trip. The people would meet us at all the towns and cheer as long as they could see us, and in all the larger cities, when we stopped, the girls would give us flowers, and the old ladies would give us cake. I got some of the prettiest roses I ever saw. There were eighteen car loads of us and I think there were about 850 boys in the bunch. When we would get in sight of a town we would get to the windows and begin to yell and wave our hats, then we could see the people running from all directions to see us. The old men and women would cry and wave at us, and some of the older ladies would throw kisses (too bad it wasn't the younger ones) and wave U.S. flags until we passed out of sight.
We came over some of the awfullest roads I ever saw. There were some places where the road was so crooked that the boys in the back coaches could almost shake hands with the engineer, and just through one tunnel after another all through Alabama. We came through Tennessee, Mississippi and on into Georgia, giving us an opportunity to see lots of country we had never seen before. This is a hilly country and reminds me very much of old Arkansas, the best of all. This camp is not as nice as Camp Pike, but I think I will like it pretty well. Will write you every few days. Tell all the old kiddies "hello."
Your son,
J. ED HAMILTON.
22nd Co., 6th Bn. 2nd replacement Regiment, Camp Gordon, Atlanta, Ga.
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TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD