TRANSCRIBED FROM THE NEWARK JOURNAL NOVEMBER 28, 1918 P. 2
France, Oct. 21, 1915
Dear Cousin:
This leaves one well, fat and sassy. We are now back in a small village and enjoying camp life. It seems nice to be back where we don’t have to duck into the dugout, for upon the front line we were glad to get in the dugout. But, at that, it is not so bad as you would think it to be because there is always something in it to interest you and I don’t believe that there is any true American that is sorry that he is over here, after he has seen what we have seen.
I am in one of the best company’s in the regiment and have good officers too. Our captain is from Arkansas and he is a thoroughbred too.
Well, Mack, if I was back there I could tell you a whole lot of things I have seen since I have been over here. Everyday I see something that looks funnier to me than what I saw the day before. We have a nice time talking to the girls over here. If you say anything to one she will shake her head and say “no comprie.” You know that is great amusement.
But I think it will soon be over, and then we can get back where we can see somebody that can comprie. Tell George I have found a good place to trap where we have been. But we didn’t use steel traps. If we found a place where the Huns were going we would try hand grenades. Trapping for Huns is just about as interesting as trapping for Coons and if the war was to end today I could come home and tell you what the big shells and machine gun bullets sound like as they pass.
Well, tell Dave if my girl gets in the notion of marrying before I come back, he can have her. But the last letter I got from here she didn’t talk like marrying until I got back; and Oh, Boy, if I could see that baby doll I sure could tell her how much I love her now.
I hope the people at home will help us boys out so we can soon get back home. But you know how I felt about this war before I enlisted, and my spirits are ninety degrees higher now than they were then.
Well I can’t tell much on paper as I could if I were talking to you, so I guess I had better close. Hoping to hear from you in the near future.
Your cousin,
Monroe Young
Co. D. 52nd Inf. A. E. F.
NOTES: Written to his cousin, G. M. Hensley. Young was born on September 24, 1885 and died on June 26, 1953. He is buried in the Snell Cemetery at Emmet, Arkansas in Nevada County. He served in a machine gun company of the 52nd Infantry.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON
France, Oct. 21, 1915
Dear Cousin:
This leaves one well, fat and sassy. We are now back in a small village and enjoying camp life. It seems nice to be back where we don’t have to duck into the dugout, for upon the front line we were glad to get in the dugout. But, at that, it is not so bad as you would think it to be because there is always something in it to interest you and I don’t believe that there is any true American that is sorry that he is over here, after he has seen what we have seen.
I am in one of the best company’s in the regiment and have good officers too. Our captain is from Arkansas and he is a thoroughbred too.
Well, Mack, if I was back there I could tell you a whole lot of things I have seen since I have been over here. Everyday I see something that looks funnier to me than what I saw the day before. We have a nice time talking to the girls over here. If you say anything to one she will shake her head and say “no comprie.” You know that is great amusement.
But I think it will soon be over, and then we can get back where we can see somebody that can comprie. Tell George I have found a good place to trap where we have been. But we didn’t use steel traps. If we found a place where the Huns were going we would try hand grenades. Trapping for Huns is just about as interesting as trapping for Coons and if the war was to end today I could come home and tell you what the big shells and machine gun bullets sound like as they pass.
Well, tell Dave if my girl gets in the notion of marrying before I come back, he can have her. But the last letter I got from here she didn’t talk like marrying until I got back; and Oh, Boy, if I could see that baby doll I sure could tell her how much I love her now.
I hope the people at home will help us boys out so we can soon get back home. But you know how I felt about this war before I enlisted, and my spirits are ninety degrees higher now than they were then.
Well I can’t tell much on paper as I could if I were talking to you, so I guess I had better close. Hoping to hear from you in the near future.
Your cousin,
Monroe Young
Co. D. 52nd Inf. A. E. F.
NOTES: Written to his cousin, G. M. Hensley. Young was born on September 24, 1885 and died on June 26, 1953. He is buried in the Snell Cemetery at Emmet, Arkansas in Nevada County. He served in a machine gun company of the 52nd Infantry.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON