TRANSCRIBED FROM THE CARLISLE INDEPENDENT SEPTEMBER 5, 1918 P. 1
Camp Kearny, Aug. 28, 18.
Dear Mother and All:
Arrived here this morning. You can’t imagine what a change. I never saw as beautiful a country as we came past through the state of California and the camp looks just like a city: electric lights, paved streets, gas to cook with. This morning I walked into the dining hall; there was a big hall just as clean as a pin. A big refrigerator as large as a small house, and a big gas range to cook on, waterworks–not a thing to want for. There are all kinds of fruit; people just threw it in the cars on our way here.
We traveled along the Pacific shore for about 15 miles last night: at one time we were within 10 feet of the water. It was grand scenery, and one big wave after another rolling in to shore.
I was asleep when we came through San Diego, so don’t know what it looks like; might go in tomorrow.
This climate is grand. The nights are cold enough for an overcoat and the days are real comfortable. We have everything a person could want right here in camp. You can see the theater signs light up just like in a city.
I am feeling good, weigh 158 pounds. I wouldn’t mind staying here all the time I am in the army. Must close.
My address is 302 Cavalry Troop I, Camp Kearny, Calif. It will be different soon, as we are changed into artillery.
Sergt. C. B. Pressley
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TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD
Camp Kearny, Aug. 28, 18.
Dear Mother and All:
Arrived here this morning. You can’t imagine what a change. I never saw as beautiful a country as we came past through the state of California and the camp looks just like a city: electric lights, paved streets, gas to cook with. This morning I walked into the dining hall; there was a big hall just as clean as a pin. A big refrigerator as large as a small house, and a big gas range to cook on, waterworks–not a thing to want for. There are all kinds of fruit; people just threw it in the cars on our way here.
We traveled along the Pacific shore for about 15 miles last night: at one time we were within 10 feet of the water. It was grand scenery, and one big wave after another rolling in to shore.
I was asleep when we came through San Diego, so don’t know what it looks like; might go in tomorrow.
This climate is grand. The nights are cold enough for an overcoat and the days are real comfortable. We have everything a person could want right here in camp. You can see the theater signs light up just like in a city.
I am feeling good, weigh 158 pounds. I wouldn’t mind staying here all the time I am in the army. Must close.
My address is 302 Cavalry Troop I, Camp Kearny, Calif. It will be different soon, as we are changed into artillery.
Sergt. C. B. Pressley
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD