TRANSCRIBED FROM THE ROGERS DEMOCRAT FEBRUARY 6, 1919 P. 1
"Somewhere in France,"
Dec. 30, 1918.
Dear Wife:
Will answer your gladly received letter which arrive last night. I have received only two letters since I left Camp Pike.
I am lying on my bunk flat of my stomach writing and my bunk is two blankets and a little straw and the water running under it. I haven't seen the sun for a month and it rains here all the time and the mud is knee-deep. It is the muddiest place I ever saw.
I sleep on the ground and the cooties almost drag me off at night. I caught some as large as the end of my finger so you can guess what a good time I am having. Guess I shouldn't grumble about the place where I sleep; it doesn't rain in on me as it does some of the other fellows. I have slept in the streets, dug outs and in ditches and every other place. Have slept on one feather bed and it was in a cellar. We ran the Germans out and took their bedding. Gee, I was all in that night. The boys had to drag me out of bed. The boys going over the top and the cannons popping didn't wake me so you can guess how near all in I was. Life was not very much to a person wading mud knee-deep and nothing to eat. The cooks couldn't get any food to us and finally they loaded some beans on a wheelbarrow and came to hunt us and we were sure glad to see them. I was in a ditch and you ought to have seen me come out of there when I saw them coming.
Tell everybody hello for me. Must close. Write often to your loving husband.
PVT. ROBT. F. KING.
NOTES: This letter was written by Robert Floyd King to his wife Grace King. He was born in Mundell, Arkansas in Carroll County on January 9, 1894 and died on April 6, 1961. He is buried in the Valhalla Memory Gardens in Bloomington, Indiana. He enlisted on May 27, 1918 and was discharged on April 8. 1919. He served as a Private in Co. A 1345h Machine Gun Battalion of the 34th Division.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
"Somewhere in France,"
Dec. 30, 1918.
Dear Wife:
Will answer your gladly received letter which arrive last night. I have received only two letters since I left Camp Pike.
I am lying on my bunk flat of my stomach writing and my bunk is two blankets and a little straw and the water running under it. I haven't seen the sun for a month and it rains here all the time and the mud is knee-deep. It is the muddiest place I ever saw.
I sleep on the ground and the cooties almost drag me off at night. I caught some as large as the end of my finger so you can guess what a good time I am having. Guess I shouldn't grumble about the place where I sleep; it doesn't rain in on me as it does some of the other fellows. I have slept in the streets, dug outs and in ditches and every other place. Have slept on one feather bed and it was in a cellar. We ran the Germans out and took their bedding. Gee, I was all in that night. The boys had to drag me out of bed. The boys going over the top and the cannons popping didn't wake me so you can guess how near all in I was. Life was not very much to a person wading mud knee-deep and nothing to eat. The cooks couldn't get any food to us and finally they loaded some beans on a wheelbarrow and came to hunt us and we were sure glad to see them. I was in a ditch and you ought to have seen me come out of there when I saw them coming.
Tell everybody hello for me. Must close. Write often to your loving husband.
PVT. ROBT. F. KING.
NOTES: This letter was written by Robert Floyd King to his wife Grace King. He was born in Mundell, Arkansas in Carroll County on January 9, 1894 and died on April 6, 1961. He is buried in the Valhalla Memory Gardens in Bloomington, Indiana. He enlisted on May 27, 1918 and was discharged on April 8. 1919. He served as a Private in Co. A 1345h Machine Gun Battalion of the 34th Division.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD