TRANSCRIBED FROM THE ROGERS DEMOCRAT NOVEMBER 15, 1917 P. 1
After so long a time I will write you a few lines. I would have written sooner but couldn't write everything I wanted to on account of our mail being censored, so I didn't write at all. I had to open and scratch out some in letters I had written and supposed were already gone. We were not allowed to write anything about the military operations. No one outside the camp knew that we were leaving until we were loading on the train.
Hereafter, until another move is made, anyone wishing to write to any of the boys of old Co. H., will address them as Bat. D, 142d Field Artillery, Camp Beauregard, Alexandria, La.
We were still at Fort Roots for Hallowe'en and you people that thought you had a good time that night, don't know what fun, or fuss either is, unless you could have been at Ft. Roots that night. Just after dark, the band came out playing some of the national airs, followed by a crowd of soldiers cheering to the top of their voice. After the band quit playing, the soldiers formed a band of their own, using bugles, boxes, all kinds of tins, etc. and marched all over the camp. It was sure some racket and the quarantine didn't bother a bit.
The 142d left Ft Logan Saturday, November 3d, and arrived at Camp Beauregard Sunday night. All seem to be well pleased with their new camp. Capt. L. C. Cargile is commander of Bat. D., and L. C. Huffman is still 1st Sergeant. The writer was informed today that the size of Camp Beauregard is 8 by 17 miles, somewhat larger than Ft. Logan and no hill to climb to get to it. The thing that the boys hated the worst about Ft. Logan was climbing that awful hill.
Co. H was very sorry to lose its mascot, "H," a white bull pup, who is supposed to have been stolen the day we left Ft. Logan.
The box of apples sent to the Garfield boys by Geo. Williams and other friends at home was received Monday, October 29th, and were greatly appreciated. They were equally divided among eight of us.
The "eats" sent to us by the old friends at Garfield, Walnut Hill and other neighboring communities, arrived at Argenta the day we left Ft. Logan and were delivered to Capt. Cargile and put on the supply train and brought on down here for us, and we received two boxes of it today. The other two which we think contained cookies and apples were broken into by a bunch of good for nothing greedies, while the train was being unloaded. They licked the platter clean, too. Supply Sergeant Cannon arrived in time to save the other two boxes for us. We appreciate what Capt. Cargile and Sgt. Cannon did for us but would rather have gotten our own hands on that bunch of rough neck rookies that robbed us.
Just anything from home tastes mighty good to a soldier and is appreciated you may be sure.
NOTES: This letter was written by William H. Morgan serving with Battery D 142nd Field Artillery.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
After so long a time I will write you a few lines. I would have written sooner but couldn't write everything I wanted to on account of our mail being censored, so I didn't write at all. I had to open and scratch out some in letters I had written and supposed were already gone. We were not allowed to write anything about the military operations. No one outside the camp knew that we were leaving until we were loading on the train.
Hereafter, until another move is made, anyone wishing to write to any of the boys of old Co. H., will address them as Bat. D, 142d Field Artillery, Camp Beauregard, Alexandria, La.
We were still at Fort Roots for Hallowe'en and you people that thought you had a good time that night, don't know what fun, or fuss either is, unless you could have been at Ft. Roots that night. Just after dark, the band came out playing some of the national airs, followed by a crowd of soldiers cheering to the top of their voice. After the band quit playing, the soldiers formed a band of their own, using bugles, boxes, all kinds of tins, etc. and marched all over the camp. It was sure some racket and the quarantine didn't bother a bit.
The 142d left Ft Logan Saturday, November 3d, and arrived at Camp Beauregard Sunday night. All seem to be well pleased with their new camp. Capt. L. C. Cargile is commander of Bat. D., and L. C. Huffman is still 1st Sergeant. The writer was informed today that the size of Camp Beauregard is 8 by 17 miles, somewhat larger than Ft. Logan and no hill to climb to get to it. The thing that the boys hated the worst about Ft. Logan was climbing that awful hill.
Co. H was very sorry to lose its mascot, "H," a white bull pup, who is supposed to have been stolen the day we left Ft. Logan.
The box of apples sent to the Garfield boys by Geo. Williams and other friends at home was received Monday, October 29th, and were greatly appreciated. They were equally divided among eight of us.
The "eats" sent to us by the old friends at Garfield, Walnut Hill and other neighboring communities, arrived at Argenta the day we left Ft. Logan and were delivered to Capt. Cargile and put on the supply train and brought on down here for us, and we received two boxes of it today. The other two which we think contained cookies and apples were broken into by a bunch of good for nothing greedies, while the train was being unloaded. They licked the platter clean, too. Supply Sergeant Cannon arrived in time to save the other two boxes for us. We appreciate what Capt. Cargile and Sgt. Cannon did for us but would rather have gotten our own hands on that bunch of rough neck rookies that robbed us.
Just anything from home tastes mighty good to a soldier and is appreciated you may be sure.
NOTES: This letter was written by William H. Morgan serving with Battery D 142nd Field Artillery.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD