TRANSCRIBED FROM THE BAXTER BULLETIN JULY 19, 1918 P. 2
Co. C. 28th Inf.
A.E F. France.
Via New York.
Dear father and mother:
I will drop you a few lines to let you know that I am well, hoping this to find you all well and enjoying the best of health.
Well we are having some pretty weather here.
Say, where is Glitson, is he over here? I never have gotten a letter from any of the boys for some time. Say, Mother have you got my insurance papers yet? Write and tell me. It is ten thousand dollars. You never have told me in any of the other letters whether Gaston got killed.
Well, I have been in the trenches and “over the top.” Just made it fine.
Well, I will write Zack and Florence a letter, I guess they don’t intend to write, but you know if I write all of them as slow as I am writing, it takes some time.
What kind of crops have you? Good, I hope. I wish I were there I would go into the garden and eat all of your onions and lettuce up. Oh I know you always have a good garden.
Well I will close, hoping to hear from you all soon. To one and all, good bye.
From your son,
Clarence G. White.
NOTES: Clarence G. White was born on February 2, 1893 in Gamaliel, Arkansas and died in France on July 25, 1918. He had been wounded in action on July 19, 1918. He is buried in the Mountain Home Cemetery in Mountain Home, Arkansas. His elaborate headstone identifies him as a Pvt. in the 28th Infantry, 1st Division.
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD
Co. C. 28th Inf.
A.E F. France.
Via New York.
Dear father and mother:
I will drop you a few lines to let you know that I am well, hoping this to find you all well and enjoying the best of health.
Well we are having some pretty weather here.
Say, where is Glitson, is he over here? I never have gotten a letter from any of the boys for some time. Say, Mother have you got my insurance papers yet? Write and tell me. It is ten thousand dollars. You never have told me in any of the other letters whether Gaston got killed.
Well, I have been in the trenches and “over the top.” Just made it fine.
Well, I will write Zack and Florence a letter, I guess they don’t intend to write, but you know if I write all of them as slow as I am writing, it takes some time.
What kind of crops have you? Good, I hope. I wish I were there I would go into the garden and eat all of your onions and lettuce up. Oh I know you always have a good garden.
Well I will close, hoping to hear from you all soon. To one and all, good bye.
From your son,
Clarence G. White.
NOTES: Clarence G. White was born on February 2, 1893 in Gamaliel, Arkansas and died in France on July 25, 1918. He had been wounded in action on July 19, 1918. He is buried in the Mountain Home Cemetery in Mountain Home, Arkansas. His elaborate headstone identifies him as a Pvt. in the 28th Infantry, 1st Division.
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD