TRANSCRIBED FROM THE GRAND PRAIRIE NEWS DECEMBER 19, 1918 P. 4
Ukraineriager, Rastatt, Germany.
September 25, 1918.
Dear Pop:
Just a line to let you know that I am in the best of health and hope you are the same. I am now in a German-American prison camp and getting along fine. We get the best of treatment here; we get a Red Cross parcel here every week, and with it and the German food, we live fine. We had a fine trip down here, from Cassel and I enjoyed it very much.
We have been having rather rotten weather here, raining and miserable, but today the sun is out and it is a very beautiful day.
Well, Pop, I don’t think it will be long until I will be there with you, for I really think that this is about over, I hope so, anyway. Gee, but you don’t know how I long to see you and tell you what I have been doing for the last five years. I have had some pretty good experiences, believe me.
Pop, this is certainly a beautiful country, rather hilly, and the towns are similar to the French towns. You can stand on a hill and look down into the valleys and see red tile topped towns and green fields of grain, and it certainly is a beautiful scene. The town of Rastatt here, is a very beautiful little city, what we saw of it as we marched thru. Pop, we prisoners are certainly grateful for the work the American Red Cross is doing for us here, and we can’t ever repay them for what they have done, so I want you to give them a good word for me there, if there is an American Red Cross association there.
Well, Pop, how are Fred and Homer getting along, and also, all the good old people back there? Please let them all know where I am and that I am in the best of health, and also, hopes of being back there soon, and don’t worry about me, for I will get along O. K.
Well, the 30th of next month is my birthday and I will be a man then, twenty-one, you know, and Fred’s is November 1. I would sure like to celebrate it there, but I suppose I will have to wait until next year and then we will celebrate it together, won’t we?
Well, Pop, as this is all I know, I will have to close, so please write me a long letter right away. You will have to find out there, how to get mail to me.
I remain, your son,
William Warren.
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TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
Ukraineriager, Rastatt, Germany.
September 25, 1918.
Dear Pop:
Just a line to let you know that I am in the best of health and hope you are the same. I am now in a German-American prison camp and getting along fine. We get the best of treatment here; we get a Red Cross parcel here every week, and with it and the German food, we live fine. We had a fine trip down here, from Cassel and I enjoyed it very much.
We have been having rather rotten weather here, raining and miserable, but today the sun is out and it is a very beautiful day.
Well, Pop, I don’t think it will be long until I will be there with you, for I really think that this is about over, I hope so, anyway. Gee, but you don’t know how I long to see you and tell you what I have been doing for the last five years. I have had some pretty good experiences, believe me.
Pop, this is certainly a beautiful country, rather hilly, and the towns are similar to the French towns. You can stand on a hill and look down into the valleys and see red tile topped towns and green fields of grain, and it certainly is a beautiful scene. The town of Rastatt here, is a very beautiful little city, what we saw of it as we marched thru. Pop, we prisoners are certainly grateful for the work the American Red Cross is doing for us here, and we can’t ever repay them for what they have done, so I want you to give them a good word for me there, if there is an American Red Cross association there.
Well, Pop, how are Fred and Homer getting along, and also, all the good old people back there? Please let them all know where I am and that I am in the best of health, and also, hopes of being back there soon, and don’t worry about me, for I will get along O. K.
Well, the 30th of next month is my birthday and I will be a man then, twenty-one, you know, and Fred’s is November 1. I would sure like to celebrate it there, but I suppose I will have to wait until next year and then we will celebrate it together, won’t we?
Well, Pop, as this is all I know, I will have to close, so please write me a long letter right away. You will have to find out there, how to get mail to me.
I remain, your son,
William Warren.
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS