TRANSCRIBED FROM THE COURIER-INDEX DECEMBER 13, 1918 P. 1
France, Nov. 5, 1918.
Dear Ole Geo.:
I read your letter some days ago with lots of pleasure. Would have written my old partner long ago if I had only had time, but we are working harder after the war is over than before. It’s a fact. We haven’t had a day that is our own. Since we came out of the line we have been re-organizing, re-equipping, and various and sundry other things so it takes all the time. We have now been out for three weeks, and the 3 preceeding weeks we were fighting every day. My old division, (30th) made some record. Went over the top seven times in three weeks. I think we made old Hindenburg’s head ache as we broke his line in its strongest point. I am feeling great after it all is over. However was in hospital for two weeks from machine gun bullets in my neck. It’s great stuff, George, after it is all over, and even while you are in it, but I don’t want any more. Am satisfied—perfectly.
Can you imagine how happy we all are now? You must have celebrated some in “Little Old Marianna.” I often think of you and all the bunch. Grace wrote me that Dick Kitchens died of the flu over here. Mighty sorry. He was a dandy boy, too.
France has little, I mean this particular part, to recommend it except cold and mud. It is the stickiest mud in the world, too. Of course, “Gay Paree” is worthwhile, but I have been unable to get down there yet. We fought at Ypres, Belgium and St. Quentine, France. Have been with the British all the time, too. Think we join our own army soon. Hope so.
You must be right in the midst of the bird season. We have lots of quail here, and larger than ours, but cannot shoot them, of course. Am anxious to get back and go with you again on a good hunt.
Give my regards to the bunch. Write soon.
Most sincerely,
DOC.
NOTES: This letter was written by P. F. Newall to George S. Word. Newall was the Lee County farm demonstrator before the war.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
France, Nov. 5, 1918.
Dear Ole Geo.:
I read your letter some days ago with lots of pleasure. Would have written my old partner long ago if I had only had time, but we are working harder after the war is over than before. It’s a fact. We haven’t had a day that is our own. Since we came out of the line we have been re-organizing, re-equipping, and various and sundry other things so it takes all the time. We have now been out for three weeks, and the 3 preceeding weeks we were fighting every day. My old division, (30th) made some record. Went over the top seven times in three weeks. I think we made old Hindenburg’s head ache as we broke his line in its strongest point. I am feeling great after it all is over. However was in hospital for two weeks from machine gun bullets in my neck. It’s great stuff, George, after it is all over, and even while you are in it, but I don’t want any more. Am satisfied—perfectly.
Can you imagine how happy we all are now? You must have celebrated some in “Little Old Marianna.” I often think of you and all the bunch. Grace wrote me that Dick Kitchens died of the flu over here. Mighty sorry. He was a dandy boy, too.
France has little, I mean this particular part, to recommend it except cold and mud. It is the stickiest mud in the world, too. Of course, “Gay Paree” is worthwhile, but I have been unable to get down there yet. We fought at Ypres, Belgium and St. Quentine, France. Have been with the British all the time, too. Think we join our own army soon. Hope so.
You must be right in the midst of the bird season. We have lots of quail here, and larger than ours, but cannot shoot them, of course. Am anxious to get back and go with you again on a good hunt.
Give my regards to the bunch. Write soon.
Most sincerely,
DOC.
NOTES: This letter was written by P. F. Newall to George S. Word. Newall was the Lee County farm demonstrator before the war.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS