TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LONOKE DEMOCRAT NOVEMBER 7, 1918 P. 6
Somewhere in France
Sunday, Sept. 22
My Dear Mother and Folks at Home:
I can just see you all now as you go about your Sunday morning routine of getting ready to go to Sunday school and church, and I wish I could be there to go with you.
We can hear the church bells ring in the little town near us, and the sound seems to me even dearer than ever before. It all goes to prove that God is at all times near, whether in your own native country or in a strange land. I never lose heart, tho sometimes the cross seems a little hard to bear—I just remind myself of the great cause for which we are here, and I take a new holt of the situation.
Conditions are not bad here by any means, all the fellows are happy in the thought that we’ll soon be sailing back to “God’s Country” as they call it.
Your letter of Aug. 23, came this morning, glad to hear from home, if the letter is a month old.
You know this is a great life, and this a great country (for Frenchmen) but I think that I fit in a certain place in the U. S., and so I don’t especially care for this country as a permanent place to live. They sure have some fine horses and cattle here, and in a pen near here is a wild boar, like you read about in old the story books. Write to me as often as you can.
Love to all,
Sturgis
NOTES: This letter is written by Sturgis Sugg.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON
Somewhere in France
Sunday, Sept. 22
My Dear Mother and Folks at Home:
I can just see you all now as you go about your Sunday morning routine of getting ready to go to Sunday school and church, and I wish I could be there to go with you.
We can hear the church bells ring in the little town near us, and the sound seems to me even dearer than ever before. It all goes to prove that God is at all times near, whether in your own native country or in a strange land. I never lose heart, tho sometimes the cross seems a little hard to bear—I just remind myself of the great cause for which we are here, and I take a new holt of the situation.
Conditions are not bad here by any means, all the fellows are happy in the thought that we’ll soon be sailing back to “God’s Country” as they call it.
Your letter of Aug. 23, came this morning, glad to hear from home, if the letter is a month old.
You know this is a great life, and this a great country (for Frenchmen) but I think that I fit in a certain place in the U. S., and so I don’t especially care for this country as a permanent place to live. They sure have some fine horses and cattle here, and in a pen near here is a wild boar, like you read about in old the story books. Write to me as often as you can.
Love to all,
Sturgis
NOTES: This letter is written by Sturgis Sugg.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON