TRANSCRIBED FROM THE SPECTATOR JANUARY 28, 1919 P. 3
U.S.S. Oklahom, Jan. 11, 1919.
Editor of the Spectator and all the People a Home:
How are everybody in there-abouts. I am just O.K. Myself as O K is the pass on this ship. Well, it has been some time since I came either in person or by letter, but maybe that you can have room for just a few words from any how. I am having some time now, believe me, I go ashore most every night and of course I go to church. No, don’t understand me that I am an angel, but I am trying to live a respectable life. Well, I don’t think much of the other side to live, but a visit is great, and all the time I was over there they never said a word to me unless they called me “Yank” as that is the name for the U.S. forces over there.
On last Thursday night there were three Salvation Army lassies on board and they worked mighty hard to get the doughnuts ready for us by supper time as that was the treat. They have been in France making doughnuts for the doughboys, or we will say for the A.E.F.
Say, people, don’t look for me this winter, for as most of you know I don’t like cold weather or snow, but look for me next summer when there are a lot of frying size chickens and big meetings for them too. It is about time for me to huse,
Your friend,
The O K Sailor.
NOTES: This letter was written by an unidentified sailor serving on the USS Oklahoma.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON
U.S.S. Oklahom, Jan. 11, 1919.
Editor of the Spectator and all the People a Home:
How are everybody in there-abouts. I am just O.K. Myself as O K is the pass on this ship. Well, it has been some time since I came either in person or by letter, but maybe that you can have room for just a few words from any how. I am having some time now, believe me, I go ashore most every night and of course I go to church. No, don’t understand me that I am an angel, but I am trying to live a respectable life. Well, I don’t think much of the other side to live, but a visit is great, and all the time I was over there they never said a word to me unless they called me “Yank” as that is the name for the U.S. forces over there.
On last Thursday night there were three Salvation Army lassies on board and they worked mighty hard to get the doughnuts ready for us by supper time as that was the treat. They have been in France making doughnuts for the doughboys, or we will say for the A.E.F.
Say, people, don’t look for me this winter, for as most of you know I don’t like cold weather or snow, but look for me next summer when there are a lot of frying size chickens and big meetings for them too. It is about time for me to huse,
Your friend,
The O K Sailor.
NOTES: This letter was written by an unidentified sailor serving on the USS Oklahoma.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON