TRANSCRIBED FROM THE NEWPORT DAILY INDEPENDENT OCTOBER 26, 1918 P.2
Dearest Homefolks:
We have moved from the town we landed in and I believe we will be in this place some time, and you may expect letters from me oftener.
This is a nice and clean little village and the people treat us fine. They think there is no one like the American soldier. It looks comical to see a crowd of French people coming down the street wearing wooden shoes. They make a noise like a bunch of horses running away.
The weather here is real cold and it rains nearly every day. But Uncle Sam is looking out for his boys and furnishes them with warm clothing and waterproof coats, rubber boots and plenty of good things to eat.
As soon as I can I will send you some souvenirs of France. The soldiers have a great time trying to talk French. The natives cannot understand us and we cannot get but a few words of what they say, but I am learning to talk a little, and shortly will be able to talk freely.
Candy is a very scarce article in this country at any price, so I want you to get me a box of chocolate caramels and put them in a strong wooden box and send them to me. I always did have a sweet tooth.
With the exception of two or three days we had good weather on our trip over, and of course you know an old sea dog like me would not get seasick, but just the same the big waves during those rough days kinda scared your boy.
Now I want you and dad to write me often because I look for your letters every day. Don’t worry about me. I am in good health and spirits.
Your loving son,
Fletcher Jackson.
Hdqs. Co. 114, Am, Tr., American Expeditionary Forces.
NOTES: This letter was written from France to his mother, Mrs. J. K. Granger.
TRANSCRIBED BY CHLOE SMITH
Dearest Homefolks:
We have moved from the town we landed in and I believe we will be in this place some time, and you may expect letters from me oftener.
This is a nice and clean little village and the people treat us fine. They think there is no one like the American soldier. It looks comical to see a crowd of French people coming down the street wearing wooden shoes. They make a noise like a bunch of horses running away.
The weather here is real cold and it rains nearly every day. But Uncle Sam is looking out for his boys and furnishes them with warm clothing and waterproof coats, rubber boots and plenty of good things to eat.
As soon as I can I will send you some souvenirs of France. The soldiers have a great time trying to talk French. The natives cannot understand us and we cannot get but a few words of what they say, but I am learning to talk a little, and shortly will be able to talk freely.
Candy is a very scarce article in this country at any price, so I want you to get me a box of chocolate caramels and put them in a strong wooden box and send them to me. I always did have a sweet tooth.
With the exception of two or three days we had good weather on our trip over, and of course you know an old sea dog like me would not get seasick, but just the same the big waves during those rough days kinda scared your boy.
Now I want you and dad to write me often because I look for your letters every day. Don’t worry about me. I am in good health and spirits.
Your loving son,
Fletcher Jackson.
Hdqs. Co. 114, Am, Tr., American Expeditionary Forces.
NOTES: This letter was written from France to his mother, Mrs. J. K. Granger.
TRANSCRIBED BY CHLOE SMITH