TRANSCRIBED FROM THE BAXTER BULLETIN JANUARY 25, 1918 P. 3
Mr. Editor, friends and loved ones of Baxter county:
I will entertain myself by writing a few lines this snowy, bad rough day. It snowed all night and is still snowing. When I look out through the windows I can see nothing but snow and sometimes it snows so fast I cannot see the next building--they are fifteen feet a part. It sure is a rough day for us navy boys.
We can do nothing but look out through the windows write letters, eat and clean up. We sweep and scrub three times a day. We wash our own clothing. We have two suits of white clothes, one suit blue surge, two sweaters, good beds to sleep on, although we have hammocks to sleep in and they hang just seven feet from the floor and we do have some fun sleeping in them. If we do not keep still they will turn up side down and spill us out. I have fallen out only twice. Some one falls out every night when going to bed and I don’t know how many after I go to sleep.
There are 133 men in the barrack and almost all of them are from Texas. They are a fine bunch of boys. There are four large drill halls in the camp. The one this company drills in is 50 yards wide and 300 yards long. It is some sight to see two or three thousand men drilling at once in one of them.
When we came through Chicago and we were waiting for our train, Albert McGuire and I were talking to a fellow and he proposed to take us over the city to let us see and be seen, and we sure saw some sights. We went up one street two miles turned down another, went half a mile and went into one of Seers and Roebuck’s main stores, and the sights I never did see before. We went up two rolling stairs into the third story and got into the elevator and went 19 stories higher. We went all over the whole building. The The people looked like they were molded together everywhere I looked. It would be worth any one’s money just to visit Chicago and all of the naval training camps.
Uncle Sam is paying my way wherever he may send me. I am in the navy now and not behind the plow.
I am more than glad to get letters from my friends and loved one at home.
A. B. Miller
Co. G. 4th Reg. Barrack 426 West, Camp Perry, Great Lakes, Ill.
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TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
Mr. Editor, friends and loved ones of Baxter county:
I will entertain myself by writing a few lines this snowy, bad rough day. It snowed all night and is still snowing. When I look out through the windows I can see nothing but snow and sometimes it snows so fast I cannot see the next building--they are fifteen feet a part. It sure is a rough day for us navy boys.
We can do nothing but look out through the windows write letters, eat and clean up. We sweep and scrub three times a day. We wash our own clothing. We have two suits of white clothes, one suit blue surge, two sweaters, good beds to sleep on, although we have hammocks to sleep in and they hang just seven feet from the floor and we do have some fun sleeping in them. If we do not keep still they will turn up side down and spill us out. I have fallen out only twice. Some one falls out every night when going to bed and I don’t know how many after I go to sleep.
There are 133 men in the barrack and almost all of them are from Texas. They are a fine bunch of boys. There are four large drill halls in the camp. The one this company drills in is 50 yards wide and 300 yards long. It is some sight to see two or three thousand men drilling at once in one of them.
When we came through Chicago and we were waiting for our train, Albert McGuire and I were talking to a fellow and he proposed to take us over the city to let us see and be seen, and we sure saw some sights. We went up one street two miles turned down another, went half a mile and went into one of Seers and Roebuck’s main stores, and the sights I never did see before. We went up two rolling stairs into the third story and got into the elevator and went 19 stories higher. We went all over the whole building. The The people looked like they were molded together everywhere I looked. It would be worth any one’s money just to visit Chicago and all of the naval training camps.
Uncle Sam is paying my way wherever he may send me. I am in the navy now and not behind the plow.
I am more than glad to get letters from my friends and loved one at home.
A. B. Miller
Co. G. 4th Reg. Barrack 426 West, Camp Perry, Great Lakes, Ill.
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TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS