TRANSCRIBED FROM THE POCAHONTAS STAR HERALD SEPTEMBER 20, 1918 P. 3
Dear Editor:
If you will kindly allow me space in your good paper, I will write a letter to all of my friends. I promised so many that I would write them after I got back to the station.
I was back home with you people a few days ago and I certainly did have a nice time. I know some of the best people in the world live in old Randolph county. The Sunday I was at home, I got up early and went to Sunday School. It sure was a great pleasure for me to attend my old Sunday School again, but no one knows how I felt when I walked in the church and was the only boy of my class. I said to myself, well our old class is nearly all over the world, but it won’t be long until we will be back again, and the great victory will be ours. Then what a happy meeting it will be, when we boys will come marching home to the ones that have been doing their bit at home as well as the ones that have gone over the top.
I have been in the service nine months and must say the longer I stay the better I like it. I don’t see why any boy would not like the navy life, for we have all kinds of games; don’t care what it is, and have more to eat than we can eat.
Today there were about fifteen thousand of us Jackies in our Bible class. Now can you best that? If any of you people have boys in the navy don’t think for a minute that they can’t live a christain life, for they can, if they will go to God for their help. He is with us, no matter where we are. Some time we get just a little discouraged, when we are separated from our friends, but I am glad to say, that I have one friend that I hope shall never be separated from me. He is always with me no matter where I am, and I love him more each day. That friend is God. I certainly wish more of the boys had Him for their friend. I know you people at home are doing all you can to help the boys, but we want more of your prayers for it will help us to live as we should, and if there ever was a time in the world that all the people should know Christ, it is now.
Well I guess I am taking up too much space in your good paper, so will close by asking you good people at home, to remember we boys in your prayers.
Am as ever, your friend,
Spurgeon Pease,
Co. 21, 17th Reg.
New Isolation Camp
Great Lakes, Ill.
NOTES: Pease signs his name as Benjamin Spurgeon Pease on his draft registration, but his headstone shows Spurgeon B. Pease. He was born on December 25, 1895 in Kirbyton, Kentucky and died on April 8, 1974. He is buried in the Kirbyton Cemetery in Carlisle County, Kentucky. He enlisted in the military on December 14, 1917 and was discharged on August 5, 1919.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
Dear Editor:
If you will kindly allow me space in your good paper, I will write a letter to all of my friends. I promised so many that I would write them after I got back to the station.
I was back home with you people a few days ago and I certainly did have a nice time. I know some of the best people in the world live in old Randolph county. The Sunday I was at home, I got up early and went to Sunday School. It sure was a great pleasure for me to attend my old Sunday School again, but no one knows how I felt when I walked in the church and was the only boy of my class. I said to myself, well our old class is nearly all over the world, but it won’t be long until we will be back again, and the great victory will be ours. Then what a happy meeting it will be, when we boys will come marching home to the ones that have been doing their bit at home as well as the ones that have gone over the top.
I have been in the service nine months and must say the longer I stay the better I like it. I don’t see why any boy would not like the navy life, for we have all kinds of games; don’t care what it is, and have more to eat than we can eat.
Today there were about fifteen thousand of us Jackies in our Bible class. Now can you best that? If any of you people have boys in the navy don’t think for a minute that they can’t live a christain life, for they can, if they will go to God for their help. He is with us, no matter where we are. Some time we get just a little discouraged, when we are separated from our friends, but I am glad to say, that I have one friend that I hope shall never be separated from me. He is always with me no matter where I am, and I love him more each day. That friend is God. I certainly wish more of the boys had Him for their friend. I know you people at home are doing all you can to help the boys, but we want more of your prayers for it will help us to live as we should, and if there ever was a time in the world that all the people should know Christ, it is now.
Well I guess I am taking up too much space in your good paper, so will close by asking you good people at home, to remember we boys in your prayers.
Am as ever, your friend,
Spurgeon Pease,
Co. 21, 17th Reg.
New Isolation Camp
Great Lakes, Ill.
NOTES: Pease signs his name as Benjamin Spurgeon Pease on his draft registration, but his headstone shows Spurgeon B. Pease. He was born on December 25, 1895 in Kirbyton, Kentucky and died on April 8, 1974. He is buried in the Kirbyton Cemetery in Carlisle County, Kentucky. He enlisted in the military on December 14, 1917 and was discharged on August 5, 1919.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS