TRANSCRIBED FROM THE DEQUEEN BEE JANUARY 11, 1918 P. 2
24th Co., 6th Tr. Bn., 156 Depot Brigade
Camp Jackson, S. C., Dec. 24, 1917.
Special to the De Queen Bee:
Dear relatives and friends:
Doubtless many of you have been looking for a letter from me for the past three months as I have promised so many that I would write. However, I have written to a large number already, and I hope this short message will reach you good people.
I have had a large number of new experiences since I last beheld your faces. Some of them would be very interesting to you while others would not. There are many many different branches for the war service. It is interesting to know them and their working. But as we leave our thoughts on the present day I will not enumerate them in this letter.
But do not pity me or call me sad.
Indeed you are in error. I am glad!
Glad that my blood may help to free and may help to save.
I am somewhere in the good old U. S. A. Perhaps some of you do not know where.
I hear a call from loved ones at home: my thoughts silently say, “Boy you can’t go.”
And now it is Christmas Day and I am here.
And earth’s most precious hour I’ve learned to share.
Tis for me to be true and loyal to my country.
Many weeks we have been singing the following song:
Dear army beans, dear army beans, you know
I love you
For I eat you every day.
Dear army beans I am thinking of you
When I am hiking miles away.
Mosquitoes bite down in the wild-wood,
When I am thinking most of you.
Dear army beans, I smell you cooking and
I’m coming back to you.
Our music has ceased since we have eaten a nice Christmas dinner. We are all happy. Perhaps more than some who are at home.
I wish you all much joy and a happy New Year.
I am a soldier,
George Wilson
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD
24th Co., 6th Tr. Bn., 156 Depot Brigade
Camp Jackson, S. C., Dec. 24, 1917.
Special to the De Queen Bee:
Dear relatives and friends:
Doubtless many of you have been looking for a letter from me for the past three months as I have promised so many that I would write. However, I have written to a large number already, and I hope this short message will reach you good people.
I have had a large number of new experiences since I last beheld your faces. Some of them would be very interesting to you while others would not. There are many many different branches for the war service. It is interesting to know them and their working. But as we leave our thoughts on the present day I will not enumerate them in this letter.
But do not pity me or call me sad.
Indeed you are in error. I am glad!
Glad that my blood may help to free and may help to save.
I am somewhere in the good old U. S. A. Perhaps some of you do not know where.
I hear a call from loved ones at home: my thoughts silently say, “Boy you can’t go.”
And now it is Christmas Day and I am here.
And earth’s most precious hour I’ve learned to share.
Tis for me to be true and loyal to my country.
Many weeks we have been singing the following song:
Dear army beans, dear army beans, you know
I love you
For I eat you every day.
Dear army beans I am thinking of you
When I am hiking miles away.
Mosquitoes bite down in the wild-wood,
When I am thinking most of you.
Dear army beans, I smell you cooking and
I’m coming back to you.
Our music has ceased since we have eaten a nice Christmas dinner. We are all happy. Perhaps more than some who are at home.
I wish you all much joy and a happy New Year.
I am a soldier,
George Wilson
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY SHANNON SOUTHARD