TRANSCRIBED FROM THE DAILY ARKANSAS GAZETTE FEBRUARY 15, 1919 P. 5
I will send you a few lines to let you know I am out of the hospital and I am none the worse, for the wounds I received were slight. They got me in the knee and knocked me out of walking for a few days. I am now back with the battalion, which crossed the Rhine before I got back.
We have nice places for sleeping here and I am very well satisfied. I am sending you a picture of the house that I am stationed in. I can look out of my window across the Rhine river. About 19 of us weary along here, with sitting room, heavy rugs and carpets and nice feather beds for sleeping. We are not permitted to lock the bugler out, and he always wakes me first call, while dreaming about the time when I will get home and be eating fried ham and pork. Gosh, but it makes me hungry.
I have no kick on the board we are getting here for we have a good mess sergeant. The men are mostly from Michigan and Wisconsin, so when you see an account of the division coming home, you will know that I am sticking around and will be there pretty soon. Do not look for too many letters, for writing paper is as scarce as fried chicken in this part of the world, and ink is worse.
NOTES: This partial letter was written by Ralph Clark Henderson to the parents, Mr. and Mrs. George Henderson of Greenbrier, Arkansas. He was born on December 23, 1894 in Greenbrier and died on February 17, 1964 in San Francisco, California. He is buried in the McNew Cemetery in Greenbrier.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT
I will send you a few lines to let you know I am out of the hospital and I am none the worse, for the wounds I received were slight. They got me in the knee and knocked me out of walking for a few days. I am now back with the battalion, which crossed the Rhine before I got back.
We have nice places for sleeping here and I am very well satisfied. I am sending you a picture of the house that I am stationed in. I can look out of my window across the Rhine river. About 19 of us weary along here, with sitting room, heavy rugs and carpets and nice feather beds for sleeping. We are not permitted to lock the bugler out, and he always wakes me first call, while dreaming about the time when I will get home and be eating fried ham and pork. Gosh, but it makes me hungry.
I have no kick on the board we are getting here for we have a good mess sergeant. The men are mostly from Michigan and Wisconsin, so when you see an account of the division coming home, you will know that I am sticking around and will be there pretty soon. Do not look for too many letters, for writing paper is as scarce as fried chicken in this part of the world, and ink is worse.
NOTES: This partial letter was written by Ralph Clark Henderson to the parents, Mr. and Mrs. George Henderson of Greenbrier, Arkansas. He was born on December 23, 1894 in Greenbrier and died on February 17, 1964 in San Francisco, California. He is buried in the McNew Cemetery in Greenbrier.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT