TRANSCRIBED FROM TAHE SPRINDDALE NEWS FEBRUARY 7, 1919 P. 3
Augers, France, Dec. 31, 1918.
Dear Sis:
I got your letter and will try to write something about the ancient and interesting country of France.
I haven't met any "mademoiselles" yet that exactly suited my taste, and I don't think there is any danger of my coming home with a French bride as my vocabulary does not contain "beau coup" words. I don't savy what they are driving at and they don't "compre" my lingo. I started out to talk about the country. I went through the old castle on the Loire, and saw where they used to execute the prisioners and where Count--somebody-- was shot. I went through the cathedral at Notre Dame and the museum of some long name and will send you pictures of the places if I get to go to town again. There isn't much in Montmorillore or in BourgArchambault (some name). There is an ancient chateau built in twelve hundred and some odd, which is kept up by a rich family living there. The moat is 100 feet wide and 30 feet deep. The people at Montmorillore are much higher class than here and don't mooch you for sous and cigarettes when you go promenading.
We had a great Christmas dinner with turkey and everything that goes with it. It is the second one I have had to compare with it, the last one being at Fort Bliss, El Paso, last Christmas.
The transportation is great. There is a brass trimmed little engine with a whistle like a peanut roaster. We ride in what are called side door Pullmans, in fact box cars, which contain 40 men; we sit in the doors and let our feet hang out and hoot at every one we pass. The chow we get is also great. It consists of three "courses" the course we have for breakfast, is coffee, bacon, mush and milk; course for dinner, camouflaged corn willy, or "red mike," bread, potatoes and onions; supper, soup, coffee and bread. But I'll tell you more about it when I get back and get filled up on fried chicken and chocolate cake. It makes me hungry to talk about it and it is almost supper time.
We haven't heard from headquarters when we are going to shove off, but I hope it will be soon.
It is still rotten weather over here, but I haven't had the flu
Au Revoir, your bud,
Mutt.
NOTES: C. H. Rash, Jr. was writing to his sister. He served in the 64th FA.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
Augers, France, Dec. 31, 1918.
Dear Sis:
I got your letter and will try to write something about the ancient and interesting country of France.
I haven't met any "mademoiselles" yet that exactly suited my taste, and I don't think there is any danger of my coming home with a French bride as my vocabulary does not contain "beau coup" words. I don't savy what they are driving at and they don't "compre" my lingo. I started out to talk about the country. I went through the old castle on the Loire, and saw where they used to execute the prisioners and where Count--somebody-- was shot. I went through the cathedral at Notre Dame and the museum of some long name and will send you pictures of the places if I get to go to town again. There isn't much in Montmorillore or in BourgArchambault (some name). There is an ancient chateau built in twelve hundred and some odd, which is kept up by a rich family living there. The moat is 100 feet wide and 30 feet deep. The people at Montmorillore are much higher class than here and don't mooch you for sous and cigarettes when you go promenading.
We had a great Christmas dinner with turkey and everything that goes with it. It is the second one I have had to compare with it, the last one being at Fort Bliss, El Paso, last Christmas.
The transportation is great. There is a brass trimmed little engine with a whistle like a peanut roaster. We ride in what are called side door Pullmans, in fact box cars, which contain 40 men; we sit in the doors and let our feet hang out and hoot at every one we pass. The chow we get is also great. It consists of three "courses" the course we have for breakfast, is coffee, bacon, mush and milk; course for dinner, camouflaged corn willy, or "red mike," bread, potatoes and onions; supper, soup, coffee and bread. But I'll tell you more about it when I get back and get filled up on fried chicken and chocolate cake. It makes me hungry to talk about it and it is almost supper time.
We haven't heard from headquarters when we are going to shove off, but I hope it will be soon.
It is still rotten weather over here, but I haven't had the flu
Au Revoir, your bud,
Mutt.
NOTES: C. H. Rash, Jr. was writing to his sister. He served in the 64th FA.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD