TRANSCRIBED FROM THE DE QUEEN BEE DECEMBER 6, 1918 P. 2
Am. E. F., Oct. 24, 1918.
Dear Dad:
Will drop you a few lines today to let you know that no Hun has gotten me so far, but just how close he came to getting me at the front, I can or will not say. but anyhow a dugout was home, sweet home to me at times on the front.
We are back from the line now for rest and I don’t care how long we stay.
The German planes come close to us every day, but the anti-air craft guns keep them away.
We sure have damp, rainy weather here and the sun seldom shines. I guess this will be a cold place this winter, but we are in hopes that the winter will not catch us in war, for it looks as if peace might come at any time, but still the Germans hang on.
I sure am tired of moving and hiking from one place to another. Of course, one sees lots of things, but still one gets tired of it.
We had our first big frost on the night of the 21st and its been damp and very cold ever since.
I was a little sick the other day so the doctor gave or sent me a dose of oil, but I told the boys that was the last promise I made my dad, that I would never take castor oil.
I think I am getting fat, for I weigh about 168 pounds, French weight. I had a letter from Luther the other day and he seemed to like the army fine. It’s fine over here.
I sure have some funny dreams about moving back and also of home, but I never get homesick.
I will close for this time, so answer soon and give my best regards to mamma and all and please don’t worry about me, for I get by fine.
With love, Your son, Cpl. Carl E. Smith.
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TRANSCRIBED BY PAYTON DHOOGE
Am. E. F., Oct. 24, 1918.
Dear Dad:
Will drop you a few lines today to let you know that no Hun has gotten me so far, but just how close he came to getting me at the front, I can or will not say. but anyhow a dugout was home, sweet home to me at times on the front.
We are back from the line now for rest and I don’t care how long we stay.
The German planes come close to us every day, but the anti-air craft guns keep them away.
We sure have damp, rainy weather here and the sun seldom shines. I guess this will be a cold place this winter, but we are in hopes that the winter will not catch us in war, for it looks as if peace might come at any time, but still the Germans hang on.
I sure am tired of moving and hiking from one place to another. Of course, one sees lots of things, but still one gets tired of it.
We had our first big frost on the night of the 21st and its been damp and very cold ever since.
I was a little sick the other day so the doctor gave or sent me a dose of oil, but I told the boys that was the last promise I made my dad, that I would never take castor oil.
I think I am getting fat, for I weigh about 168 pounds, French weight. I had a letter from Luther the other day and he seemed to like the army fine. It’s fine over here.
I sure have some funny dreams about moving back and also of home, but I never get homesick.
I will close for this time, so answer soon and give my best regards to mamma and all and please don’t worry about me, for I get by fine.
With love, Your son, Cpl. Carl E. Smith.
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY PAYTON DHOOGE