TRANSCRIBED FROM THE SPRINGDALE NEWS SEPTEMBE 13, 1918 P. 3
June 30, 1918.
Miss Pearl Pearson,
Dear Cousin:
Will try and write a few lines in in answer to your letter that I received sometime ago. I hope you will excuse me for not answering sooner but I have been sick, but I am feeling better now. My arm is so sore I can't hardly move it. I taken another typhoid inoculation and they sure do hurt and make your arm awful sore. I have taken seven since I enlisted and have two more to take yet.
Well Pearl I hope these few lines will find you folks well for this being sick sure is bad I think I have had my share of it. I was sent to the hospital last November and was there thirty-four days. And believe me I sure thought I was going to die. But you see I didn't so I may get to come back to old Arkansas yet.
I have ten more months over here and then my three years will be up I don't know where I will have to go then, I hope I well get to go "Over There" for I had rather be there than here. It is so hot here. We have four months of rainy weather here, but it never gets cold. Now is the time that the rainy season begins, it has rained four days, and talk about wind and rain it does both here.
Pearl you wanted me to tell you about this place, I guess you have heard of the place God forgot, this is it. This sure is some place here where I am stationed, there's two thousand soldiers, a few natives and lots of officers and that's all. There is nothing to go to only picture shows and I've been going for the last two years, I am so tired of them I don't think I will ever go to another one.
Say, Pearl I have the prettiest little brown skin girl over here, all I hate about it I can't speak their language. I will send you some pictures and views of this place sometime.
Now about the boys there, I wish they would send some of them over here and see how they like to be away from home awhile. I think it would do some of them good. I know it did me in anyway.
Well Pearl I don't know when I will get to come home. It may be a year and a half and it may be after the war, I can't tell yet, but I hope I can get to come home on a furlough, but it is hard to get a furlough now, so some of the boys say that went back from here. But I intend to try to get one any way.
Well, I guess I had better close so I can get this off on the boat, and will write again soon and send you some pictures, and you write often.
Tell George and the rest of the folks hello.
Good luck and best wishes to all,
Your Cousin,
Artie W. Sherry.
Co. 14, C.A.D. Fort Mills Corregdor P. I.
NOTES: Artie W. “Pete” Sherry died on July 16, 1937. He is buried in the Bluff Cemetery in Springdale, Arkansas. His military headstone identifies him as Arkansas Sergeant in the Coastal Artillery Corps. He enlisted on March 16, 1916 and was discharged on December 10, 1919. He departed from San Francisco to Manila in the Philippines onboard the Thomas. He was listed as a Recruit CAC. Sherry was writing from the Philippines, where he had been stationed for the last two years. Pearson lived near Springdale, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
June 30, 1918.
Miss Pearl Pearson,
Dear Cousin:
Will try and write a few lines in in answer to your letter that I received sometime ago. I hope you will excuse me for not answering sooner but I have been sick, but I am feeling better now. My arm is so sore I can't hardly move it. I taken another typhoid inoculation and they sure do hurt and make your arm awful sore. I have taken seven since I enlisted and have two more to take yet.
Well Pearl I hope these few lines will find you folks well for this being sick sure is bad I think I have had my share of it. I was sent to the hospital last November and was there thirty-four days. And believe me I sure thought I was going to die. But you see I didn't so I may get to come back to old Arkansas yet.
I have ten more months over here and then my three years will be up I don't know where I will have to go then, I hope I well get to go "Over There" for I had rather be there than here. It is so hot here. We have four months of rainy weather here, but it never gets cold. Now is the time that the rainy season begins, it has rained four days, and talk about wind and rain it does both here.
Pearl you wanted me to tell you about this place, I guess you have heard of the place God forgot, this is it. This sure is some place here where I am stationed, there's two thousand soldiers, a few natives and lots of officers and that's all. There is nothing to go to only picture shows and I've been going for the last two years, I am so tired of them I don't think I will ever go to another one.
Say, Pearl I have the prettiest little brown skin girl over here, all I hate about it I can't speak their language. I will send you some pictures and views of this place sometime.
Now about the boys there, I wish they would send some of them over here and see how they like to be away from home awhile. I think it would do some of them good. I know it did me in anyway.
Well Pearl I don't know when I will get to come home. It may be a year and a half and it may be after the war, I can't tell yet, but I hope I can get to come home on a furlough, but it is hard to get a furlough now, so some of the boys say that went back from here. But I intend to try to get one any way.
Well, I guess I had better close so I can get this off on the boat, and will write again soon and send you some pictures, and you write often.
Tell George and the rest of the folks hello.
Good luck and best wishes to all,
Your Cousin,
Artie W. Sherry.
Co. 14, C.A.D. Fort Mills Corregdor P. I.
NOTES: Artie W. “Pete” Sherry died on July 16, 1937. He is buried in the Bluff Cemetery in Springdale, Arkansas. His military headstone identifies him as Arkansas Sergeant in the Coastal Artillery Corps. He enlisted on March 16, 1916 and was discharged on December 10, 1919. He departed from San Francisco to Manila in the Philippines onboard the Thomas. He was listed as a Recruit CAC. Sherry was writing from the Philippines, where he had been stationed for the last two years. Pearson lived near Springdale, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD