TRANSCRIBED FROM THE POCAHONTAS STAR HERALD JANUARY 31, 1919 P. 3
Zeggers Cappel, France,
December 19, 1918
Mrs. Laura Jackson,
Pocahontas Ark.
Dear Mother:
Will write you again today, I am feeling fine and sure hope you are enjoying good health. Guess you thought I had quit writing, but we have been on the move and I just haven't had a chance; and I wouldn't get any paper to write on either, hope you are not uneasy.
What are you all doing these cold days? I am in the bed most of the time, when I am not in the kitchen with my mess pan. Oh, but it is cold and windy here today. We are just 15 miles from the North Sea and the wind is coming straight from there.
We left Belgium last Monday a week ago and I wish I was back there, for the poor Belgian people sure did treat us nice.
Well, what are you going to do for Christmas? I sure wish I could be there with you all, but there is no chance. My thoughts will be with you, if I can't be there. I suppose Christmas will be dull with me, but I hope the future will all be happy, and before long too. Don't have any idea when I will get to start home, they say the Division, the 37th, will be one among the first home. The paper says we will parade in Cincinnati, Ohio, as soon as we arrive in the States, but none for me-I want to do my parading in Pocahontas, Ark., around mamma’s cook table. Really I don't think I will be home before next spring, if I don’t people will get tired of me next summer.
When have you seen the boys? Tell them all “hello” for me, and tell Annie that I am going to be at home in time to eat up all her spring chickens.
Well, mamma, we are having a pretty tough time, but its nothing like being in a German brigade or ducking from machine gun bullets and I claim that I have dodged my part of them, and thank God, I dodged right to keep from being knocked out.
Mother, you will be surprised when I get home to see how the war has changed me. I guess it has been worth the world to me.
Wishing to hear from you soon, I will close.
From you son,
Ezra Massey,
Co, G. 147 Inf., A.P.O. 763.
A.E.F. Via N.Y.
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TRANSCRIBED BY: ISAAC WOLTER
Zeggers Cappel, France,
December 19, 1918
Mrs. Laura Jackson,
Pocahontas Ark.
Dear Mother:
Will write you again today, I am feeling fine and sure hope you are enjoying good health. Guess you thought I had quit writing, but we have been on the move and I just haven't had a chance; and I wouldn't get any paper to write on either, hope you are not uneasy.
What are you all doing these cold days? I am in the bed most of the time, when I am not in the kitchen with my mess pan. Oh, but it is cold and windy here today. We are just 15 miles from the North Sea and the wind is coming straight from there.
We left Belgium last Monday a week ago and I wish I was back there, for the poor Belgian people sure did treat us nice.
Well, what are you going to do for Christmas? I sure wish I could be there with you all, but there is no chance. My thoughts will be with you, if I can't be there. I suppose Christmas will be dull with me, but I hope the future will all be happy, and before long too. Don't have any idea when I will get to start home, they say the Division, the 37th, will be one among the first home. The paper says we will parade in Cincinnati, Ohio, as soon as we arrive in the States, but none for me-I want to do my parading in Pocahontas, Ark., around mamma’s cook table. Really I don't think I will be home before next spring, if I don’t people will get tired of me next summer.
When have you seen the boys? Tell them all “hello” for me, and tell Annie that I am going to be at home in time to eat up all her spring chickens.
Well, mamma, we are having a pretty tough time, but its nothing like being in a German brigade or ducking from machine gun bullets and I claim that I have dodged my part of them, and thank God, I dodged right to keep from being knocked out.
Mother, you will be surprised when I get home to see how the war has changed me. I guess it has been worth the world to me.
Wishing to hear from you soon, I will close.
From you son,
Ezra Massey,
Co, G. 147 Inf., A.P.O. 763.
A.E.F. Via N.Y.
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY: ISAAC WOLTER