Dear Ones All:
I’m
dropping you a line from
I got nice
bunch of mail this morning. 5 letters
from home, dates Apr. 9, 10, 11, 12, 21.
The intermediates ones evidently got by and are up in Europe
somewhere. But there were letters from
all – even the “old home place” so SI am feeling better. My face is healed except for a few rough
scales but the hand is still sore in a couple of small spots. So there is no need of worry. Expect to be on the water or in New York by the time
this reaches you but may be here yet so don’t plan too much. Guess I‘ll spend the dough. I’m afraid you
couldn’t stand the strain of a telegram from New York anyway. My return will sure be like that of the
prodigal son, for as Johnnie says, “I’m as free of France and centimes as a fish is of
feather.”
One month
or so and then this kid will be a civilian again. I think my lucky star has superseded the
unlucky in the sky for we sustained a slight wreck on the trip down and
all I suffered was loss of 15 min sleep. A French engineer tried to hose us off the
track but only succeeded in getting his engine smashed a little and off the
rails. No one was hurt except [horrors –
written on the
side with an arrow drawn to] bruises
and slight cuts; mostly from shifting baggage, etc., but we were delayed
a day by the accident. This is sure some
camp. About 80,000 troops here now.
Well, I’ll have to close.
Expect to
write at least one more from here but may not find time.
Love
to all
George
Sherwood
108th
Eng.
Amer. Ex. F!
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