TRANSCRIBED FROM THE BRINKLEY ARGUS NOVEMBER 22, 1918 P. 6
A.P.O. No. 921. France, Oct. 17, 1918.
Dear Mother and Father:
Still I haven't heard from you and I thought I had better keep writing you at least once a week so that you would know that I am getting along O.K. It of course worries me not to hear from you, but if I knew that you were getting my letters regularly I would be satisfied.
I received a letter from Etta Perry the other day and she said that you were both getting along O.K. and would have gone to see you but did not have time then.
We have been having some pretty rainy weather lately, but it hasn't been so very cold, although I expect that it will be cold enough to use our overcoats before you receive this letter. I am still staying at the French house that I wrote you about the other time, and sure will be glad if I can stay there all the winter, as I have a very nice room with fire, and a grand old French feather bed, which is about four feet high. The madam insists that she shall build me a fire every night and morning and heat irons for my feet at night, but I keep telling her that it will not be cold enough until January. I had a cold the other week and she made some hot wine for me and it sure did me good. She thinks that there is nothing like me and the fellow that rooms with me, and says that we are very good boys.
I thought sure that we would be able to come home in about two or three months the other day when they were talking so much about making peace, but I sure do think that our president has put it up to them so that they can do nothing else but lay down their guns and pay the price for their four years of barbarous warfare.
We see a great many prisoners passing thro and they sure have the right name when they are called "blockheads."
I have charge of a supply warehouse and there are about 15 boys working with me and also four negroes one of whom is from Clarendon; Pitt will know him, as his name is 'Dody' Harris. He sure was glad to see me, and I learned a great deal of the happenings around home from him, as he didn't leave there until in April.
There is not much to write about around here as every day is about the same to me, and I do not get to see many exciting events. All that I know about the war is what I see in the papers, and of course you see the same, but I don't think that it will be so many months until we are headed towards the good old United States.
Will close, hoping that I will be abble to get a letter from you in the near future, as I sure would like to know how you are getting along.
Address: Sgt. John. C. Roberts, Q.M.C., Sales Commisary Unit No, 16, American Expeditionery Forces. A.P.O. No. 921, France.
NOTES: This letter was written by John C. Roberts to his parents.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
A.P.O. No. 921. France, Oct. 17, 1918.
Dear Mother and Father:
Still I haven't heard from you and I thought I had better keep writing you at least once a week so that you would know that I am getting along O.K. It of course worries me not to hear from you, but if I knew that you were getting my letters regularly I would be satisfied.
I received a letter from Etta Perry the other day and she said that you were both getting along O.K. and would have gone to see you but did not have time then.
We have been having some pretty rainy weather lately, but it hasn't been so very cold, although I expect that it will be cold enough to use our overcoats before you receive this letter. I am still staying at the French house that I wrote you about the other time, and sure will be glad if I can stay there all the winter, as I have a very nice room with fire, and a grand old French feather bed, which is about four feet high. The madam insists that she shall build me a fire every night and morning and heat irons for my feet at night, but I keep telling her that it will not be cold enough until January. I had a cold the other week and she made some hot wine for me and it sure did me good. She thinks that there is nothing like me and the fellow that rooms with me, and says that we are very good boys.
I thought sure that we would be able to come home in about two or three months the other day when they were talking so much about making peace, but I sure do think that our president has put it up to them so that they can do nothing else but lay down their guns and pay the price for their four years of barbarous warfare.
We see a great many prisoners passing thro and they sure have the right name when they are called "blockheads."
I have charge of a supply warehouse and there are about 15 boys working with me and also four negroes one of whom is from Clarendon; Pitt will know him, as his name is 'Dody' Harris. He sure was glad to see me, and I learned a great deal of the happenings around home from him, as he didn't leave there until in April.
There is not much to write about around here as every day is about the same to me, and I do not get to see many exciting events. All that I know about the war is what I see in the papers, and of course you see the same, but I don't think that it will be so many months until we are headed towards the good old United States.
Will close, hoping that I will be abble to get a letter from you in the near future, as I sure would like to know how you are getting along.
Address: Sgt. John. C. Roberts, Q.M.C., Sales Commisary Unit No, 16, American Expeditionery Forces. A.P.O. No. 921, France.
NOTES: This letter was written by John C. Roberts to his parents.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD