Still Somewhere in Ohio
10 P.M. Fri. Apr 26 –
1918
Dear Mother, Father and the Webers,
We are
rolling along over the “Nickel Plate Line” towards Cleveland .
Expect we will pass thru there about midnight. There is really little to write. Stop at every few places, then usually in the
yard. Occasionally some of the citizens
get wind of our approach and turn out to see and greet us, but not often. Quite a number down to the train at St. Louis last nite. We stayed over an hr. and I struck up a
passing acquaintance with a girl who seemed quite nice. She had a brother in
the 110th Engineers she said.
I have his name and hers, so if I ever see them I’ll try and look him
up. But there is so little we are
allowed to tell of what we know even, that conversation on what interests us
all is rather limited, same as writing.
We have passed thru some fine farming country today in Ind.
& Ohio . Barns and land remind me of home tho it is
much smoother.
Well, it is
nearly bed-time and the train rocks so I’m doubtful if you can read this. So I’ll say goodbye for tonite. My letters seem so newsless and flat to me,
so must to you, but there is little that can be told.
So give
regards to all the friends and write occasionally.
Good
night with love,
George
No comments:
Post a Comment