Evacuation Hospt. #13,
Warfeldenges, Lux.
April 5, 1919
Dear Ones All:
Have been
up around in my bath robe since about 8
A.M. this morning so thot I’d try to concentrate enough to drop you a line as
it is now nearly noon. I am sitting at
the desk and using the nurse’s ink and pen, as all of my equipment is back at
Echternach. I still have to write with
arm motion entirely so it will be some job to read this, but guess Susan can
make it out someway. We are getting
better slow but sure.
** Just stopped for lunch.
Had potatoes, cooked tomatoes, buttered toast and cocoa with canned
apricots for dessert. Not too bad,
eh. Digger as the Australians used to
say.
Well I
expect there are great preparations afloat in a quiet way to welcome the
strange little craft when it comes in across the stormy water without a stitch
of rigging on. My? Oh My? I’m still hoping to beat him[1]
home for most of my life I have received the welcomes and have very seldom been
in the welcomer end of a real big welcoming, seems to me. As soon as I arrive as I have been away so
long I may have forgotten the right side up to hold the little rascal or a few
similar minor details.
Paper,
news, etc., gone so close with lots of love to all.
Your
loving son & Bro.,
Corp.
Geo. Sherwood
108th
Engineers
American
E. F. 
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