TRANSCRIBED FROM THE HOT SPRINGS NEW ERA AUGUST 9, 1918, P. 6
Somewhere, Sometime.
My Dear Wife:
Well, I am still o. k. and feeling fine. Hope to be on the firing line soon. The main thing to be commented on in this country is the way everything is saved. Nothing is wasted. Every little stick of wood and every scrap of paper is precious while we shave with two tablespoonfuls of water and bathe out of a wash basin. This was the handiest and in fact the only available paper this morning. But it serves very well and won’t wear out the envelope with its weight.
I visited the city of (censored) yesterday and when this war is over I am going to take you on a trip through Europe. You would surely enjoy it. Ancient, the medevial and modern cities are very interesting.
I am learning to talk a little, a very little French. It is absolutely necessary here.
Say be sure and let me know if you fail to get your allotment as it may be delayed but of course it is sure even if slow getting started.
Don’t fail to write often as we won’t get any mail for a month or two, I suppose.
I have offered everything and ask nothing except the privilege of putting the Hun on the hum.
This is a fine country, a fine climate and everyone is so loyal to the country and the one big purpose. American soldiers are surely welcome here. I have seen the Hun and know what he looks like and know I can ram a bayonet through him or shoot him down with a genine thrill of pleasure. “It will be jolly good sport don’t you know.”
Well take care of yourself and the kiddies and don’t let anything worry you. The people over here don’t worry. There are no long faces here. They are all confident and proud.
With love to all,
FLOYD.
Co. M. 147th Inf., A. E. F. via New York.
NOTES: Captain Floyd Wolcott is writing to his wife.
TRANSCRIBED BY PAYTON DHOOGE
Somewhere, Sometime.
My Dear Wife:
Well, I am still o. k. and feeling fine. Hope to be on the firing line soon. The main thing to be commented on in this country is the way everything is saved. Nothing is wasted. Every little stick of wood and every scrap of paper is precious while we shave with two tablespoonfuls of water and bathe out of a wash basin. This was the handiest and in fact the only available paper this morning. But it serves very well and won’t wear out the envelope with its weight.
I visited the city of (censored) yesterday and when this war is over I am going to take you on a trip through Europe. You would surely enjoy it. Ancient, the medevial and modern cities are very interesting.
I am learning to talk a little, a very little French. It is absolutely necessary here.
Say be sure and let me know if you fail to get your allotment as it may be delayed but of course it is sure even if slow getting started.
Don’t fail to write often as we won’t get any mail for a month or two, I suppose.
I have offered everything and ask nothing except the privilege of putting the Hun on the hum.
This is a fine country, a fine climate and everyone is so loyal to the country and the one big purpose. American soldiers are surely welcome here. I have seen the Hun and know what he looks like and know I can ram a bayonet through him or shoot him down with a genine thrill of pleasure. “It will be jolly good sport don’t you know.”
Well take care of yourself and the kiddies and don’t let anything worry you. The people over here don’t worry. There are no long faces here. They are all confident and proud.
With love to all,
FLOYD.
Co. M. 147th Inf., A. E. F. via New York.
NOTES: Captain Floyd Wolcott is writing to his wife.
TRANSCRIBED BY PAYTON DHOOGE