Oct 3, 1917
Dear Home Folks:
On our way
to Texas ,
forty strong. Left Jefferson Barracks at
9:45 on the Missouri
Pacific. Now we’re leaving Hoxie and the train waves so I can hardly
write. Except for the town this is a
forsaken looking country, and even in Hoxie there were four hogs roaming in the
streets.
I am
black from cinders.
Cotton fields are getting common.
Also lots of corn and a little rice.
We have
kits containing plate, cup, knife, fork and spoon. For dinner we had corned beef, beans,
molasses, bread and coffee.
This sure
is the land of the hook-worm.
We’re on a special coach hooked to an express so only stop at good sized
towns, and are making good time. Can’t
leave the train but will try to get this mailed at next station. At one town we passed this noon a merchant
sent us out some cantaloupes and distributed them to the car windows free. They sure tasted fine. There are 10 engineers in this bunch with
myself. One other is from the 23rd Co. He is from Chi[cago]. Name is Getlings. We are riding down to-gether, in fact have
struck up quite an acquaintance.
Must
close now with love to all.
Write
me at
George
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