March 16, 1919 -- Consigned to the Flames & Prairie Division

Echternach, Luxembourg

March 16, 1919

To All the Dear Ones at Home:

            Sometimes I wonder if you don’t get rather tired of these letters sent to you all collectively, but there isn’t news or time to write each one separately, and after all I presume it is as much joy or sorrow to read my poor attempt at correspondence all together as it would to write short missives to each.

            This is Sunday and as I’m sitting on the bed in my room with a book as a writing pad, instead of being in the office.  Just went thru a bunch of the old letters for home, dating back as far as Nov and reluctantly consigned all but two to the flames as it is impossible to keep much of that sort of thing around when it comes to a move.  While no moves seem to be contemplated for awhile, I would much rather go thru them (the letters) at leisure and treasure up their messages in my heart and pick out a few to keep a little longer, than to have to throw them to the fire in an impersonal bundle when orders do come.  I hope they come soon as I think I need a change of scene. I feel like a bird in a cage.

            The ankle is getting along as well as can be expected under the circumstances.  Now use only our cane and while it is very sore and pains while walking or using it, it seems to be slowly improving.

            There is a little rumor now that we may go home via Germany & Holland.  Wouldn’t that be a proper and fitting sequence of events and windup for the career of the Fighting Yellow Cross Div in Europe.  Am sending a little write up one of the divisions men got up.  [A transcribed version I had done almost ten years ago can be more easily read there]

            We have had some wonderful weather the past week but today is cloudy and cool and not so pleasant.  Expect to go to the cinema this evening as there is a continuance of the show we saw there last week which is pretty good.  Don’t you want to go along?
            Worked over at the office all of the morning and ought to be there this P.M. but don’t propose to do it as my system is crying for relaxation.  Someway, they can’t seem to be able to let us office force get away from it holidays or Sundays any more than they did in campaign times.  I wonder what they think mere men are made of.  It isn’t making me any thinner but never had my nerves as raw or felt so keyed up as I have the last two months.  But the old German saying applies very well. “So geht es im krieg.”  Will I know how to act on a Sunday back in civilian times I wonder?

By now I hear you all worrying and saying “poor overworked boy.” So I’ll hasten to add that there is probably no need for worry, and I guess what ails me most is “I want to go home.” Now we are stared in the face with the proposition that our files do not meet the Gov’t requirements, so the general upheaval for the next month won’t probably leave me much time for lengthy or interesting letters. Expect Johnnie and Willets back from leave this week which will make us less short handed, tho.
The enclosed service stripe is my very first one, and was worn on my overcoat till we got some new ones at Aix-les-Baines. The ticket took me to the top of Mt. Revard and back while we were at Aix on the cogwheel railroad. The yellow slip is a check from a ticket to the local cinema. May have sent one of those before. Now I’ve got to ring off and shave.
Love again and again to all.
George Sherwood
108th Engineers, Amer. E. F.
Censored: P.S. Thompson
Captain U.S.A.

 

End of letter -

Enclosed is mass produced report on The Prairie Division by William Lewis Judy

 

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March 12, 1919 -- Echternach's Greatest Market Day of the Year; Receives letter from L C Mohr

Echternach, Luxembourg

March 12, 1919

Dear Home Folks:

            This is your anniversary, all of you. Susan and Herman have never celebrated before their own selves unless the cause of today’s celebration which took place last year can be called the first one.  And Daddy and Mother have celebrated many happy anniversaries yet I fancy this will be just a wee bit happier than most of the later ones have been because of the new celebration that makes the day mean more to them, as well as Sister and Brother.

            Oh, well, Echternach is celebrating the great day too, for today is the greatest Market Day of the whole year. The square is rapidly filling up with wagons and funny little carts filled with produce, calves, pigs, chickens, etc., etc.  They even have calves tied around to some of the store steps, door casings, etc., and their melodious? clamor at time is something immense.  Wish I had a film so I could get some pictures of it, but the scene is much the same as those pictures you have all seen of Europe’s inland Markets, so you can easily imagine it with the aid of the pictures of the Market Square I have sent from time to time.  You see our office is only about 3 doors up this street from where it ends in the square.  The streets of Echternach all converge toward that as a center so if you know the square you are never in any danger of getting lost.

            The ankle is getting along fine today.  I got a shoe on for the first time since the accident, so I feel quite cocky.  It bears my weight quite well if there is no side pressure or twist, but it is as sore as a boil to any pressure against the point of the bone on the outside and on up the ankle.  In fact, is hurting very much the same way as the other one was three years ago tho not quite as seriously.  But I’d give a lot to be back where Sister could massage it once in awhile.  She brot the other one out so well, the examination board at Jefferson Barracks refused to believe it had ever been cracked or strained at first.  But I haven’t the ability or patience to get much good out of what I am able to rub it.  However, guess it will come out all O.K. in the end. 

            This is a beautiful sunny spring day. How I wish for a car and my loved ones to enjoy a long trip thru this beautiful Luxembourg country of which we are really seeing so little.

            The cigar coupons enclosed are really money the kind we use over here.  And the stamps are French, taken from some old receipts, etc. in a French Chateau.

            Well, I’ll ring off and send this along now.

            Love again and again, and the very best returns of the day.

                                                Your loving Son & Brother

                                                            George Sherwood

                                                            108^th US Engineers

                                                            Amer. Exp Forces

PS.  Cinquanti Centines is ½ Franc or nearly 10 cents. 

Censored

Clyde L. Thompson

Captain, USA

1919-0313   L.C. Mohr To George S. Sherwood

Kalamazoo, Mich.  March 13 1919

Dear George, -
                                    Hello old man, and how are you by this time.  Suppose you are all ready to start for home, as I saw by the paper that the 33^rd would follow the 32^nd.  I left Angus, with 116^th Engrs, Jan 30^th and landed Hoboken Fe. 23^rd.  Was discharged Feb. 27^th and was a free man for a few days.  But to-day I signed a contract for the rest of the year, beginning Monday to teach a South Haven, where I taught when I entered the army.  I am getting very nearly twice as much as I received when I was there before and I also like the kids.  You perhaps remember the boxes they sent me when I was in Houston.  They had a big crowd down at the station to see me when I came in and escort me to the high school.  Then I had to make a speech and then we had a regular good time.  I visited classes with the fellows and raised the devil.  Now Monday, I have to start teaching and assume the dignity of the profession.

            Well George, how is old Co. C.? Is Giulfoil still with them?  I loaned Sgt Wm B. Moen of Co. B. 100 Francs when he passed thru Angus.  Do you know if he is still with the outfit?  I still have that blanket George, & would like to pay you for it.  It has been with me all of the time and I sure have appreciated your generosity in loaning it to me.  If you do not care to sell it, I’ll send it where ever you say.

            Well George, be sure to let me hear from you.  I wrote Miss Karn of Houston the other day.            Sincerely,

                        Mohr

            220 Erie St.

            South Haven, Mich

  

March 9, 1919 - George Writes Home on a German Postal Form

Echternach, Luxembourg,                                                                       Sunday Eve. Mar 9

Dear One’s All:  Just a line tonite to let you know I’m getting along as well as can be expected.  Mr. Kries has made me a crutch so I can get over to the office now regularly.  The Dr. binds it up in iodine every other day and guess will be O.K. in a week or so more.  Hope so anyway as we will probably not be here more than a month more at the most.  This is a German card I am using.  We got quite a bunch of them back of the German lines in the billets they vacated.  So you can see it is a Souvenir De La Guerre.  Daddy, you want to be real careful of yourself when you get a cold.  You know it may be quite awhile till I’m home yet and you want to be in the best state of preservation to stand some good times. 

            Love to you all from “The boy in Luxem”

                                                Geo. Sherwood, 108^th Engineers

                                                Amer. Exp. Forces

March 5, 1919 -- George Ruminates on Life and the Germans

Echternach, Luxembourg

March 5, 1919

 Dear Home Folks:

            I’m at it again you all.  Say if you get all of these letters I’ve written the last three weeks you’d die of surprise or at least you ought to.  But with spring in the air, a lot to do (all indoors at a desk), the then laid up so you can’t even do that except when there is a car to spare to take  you to and from work, I’ve just got to write or go plumb crazy.  Guess I’m nearly in that state now.  The ankle hasn’t pained so much today, but nobody came to take me to work so I’ve read and thot and “Want to be Home,” till I feel like I could bite spikes in two.  You see how lucky you are not to have such a ferocious young man home, don’t you.  But if something doesn’t turn up to break the monotony, and use up this surplus steam and growing restlessness there will be no living with me by the time we do get there.  Guess you better build me a padded cell.

            The worst of it is, I really don’t seem to want to work, so why should I not enjoy an enforced rest?  Here it is a beautiful world, a sunny happy sort of spring day, but there is a fly in the broth somewhere and I can’t seem to pick him out.  The only enjoyment I seem to be really getting is in writing to you, and tho there really is nothing the matter, I’m afraid the tone of my letters may worry you or make you blue.  Oh, for a good pair of legs and a Tennis Court.  When I used to feel about 1/10 this way at Lawrence I got it out of my system that way usually.  They say that “Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do,” but even that old “Devil” seems to have forgotten me as I can’t think of anything really wickedly original to pull.  Yep!  It’s a gay old world “Nit” as the Luxembourger says for no.  I believe a few good old Jerry shells would be welcome as a diversion tho thank God for the rest of the world’s sake as well as the safety of my worthless neck they “Scream no more.” 

And if the Peace Conference uses good judgment they won’t have another chance for a long, long time.  Until after the war I was rather undecided as to how harsh the Peace should be made to hit Germany, but now I know they will not hit too hard.  But will they be harsh enough?  I never dreamed it possible the war could have touched Germany so little.  How very keen they were.  Half or two thirds of the wealth of machinery they will have to pay France and Belgium for is up there in Germany, ready to begin production in her factories as soon as the industrial wheels can be oiled, the raw material procured, and government established.  You can’t make a people over in a day, it takes generations.  What if the mouthpiece of the old system is cracked and thrown away?  Another can soon replace it.  And so while France and Belgium patch up the few remaining shreds and build anew, will they let Germany get a big lead industrially with the machinery she stole, and then paid for?  I think, I hope not.  It makes me boil when I read their whining about the “Unjust Indemnities” and the cry that the Allies strive to break and ruin them.  The people of course are the ones who will suffer as always, but better this generation of them should suffer the price of their short sightedness and miss education than for France and Belgium even the world to suffer now and in the future too.

            Say, the boys say I’ve a letter from home over in the office.  I’ll croak if someone doesn’t appear with it pretty soon.  And I think I’ll wait to close this till after I have recd and read it.  Tell them Au revoir.  Bonjour!

            Here we are again.  The mail came over by orderly, and did we devour two letters from home, one from Jo and a Keystone.  You bet we did, all but the money order which arrived O.K.  Thank you so much.  I hope it didn’t embarrass you much to send it.  Maybe I was rather abrupt and hasty with that card, but hope you received my letters of explanation soon after.  Oh! How I enjoy those letters from home.  And one of these with a message from daddy, mother and Susan.  It was splenglorious.  I know Herman is really busy but has he developed writer’s cramp.  Brother, I demand that you come thru with a letter pronto.  Otherwise I shall have to use an unfair advantage and sic your wife on you.  When you are properly henpecked I’ll bet you will write. 

Elmer Smith must have had a real exciting time of it, from his letter in the Keystone.  More power to him!  To the heroes belong the Medals – but like the Victor’s Spoils they don’t always materialize.  Well, I’ve just got to stop.  Hope you can read part of my hen scratches but I have me doots.

                                                Love to All

                                                            Geo. Sherwood

                                                            108^th Engineers

                                                            American Exp. Forces 

OK

Clyde L. Thompson

Captain  108^th Engrs.

Amer. E F.

[Postscript on back of an inside page].  Don’t know how or why I left this blank but guess it was to send you all my best love and greetings on.  

They trained us in a Southern Camp

On how to lick the Hun.

We must have learned it well

The way we made the Fritzies run.

But now they’re back across the Rhine

And their war machine is spent

Please don’t forget, Dear Uncle Sam

We too ‘nach Haus’ would ‘went.’

March 4, 1919 -- Crutches for George's First Injury of the War

 Echternach, Luxembourg

March 4^th, 1919

 Dear Ones All:
            Here we go again for a letter short but sweet.  Peace seems to be worse than War for me.  Got thru the war on my two pins, and now the Peaceful pursuits of happiness in Echternach have forced me onto crutches.  As you should be bursting with curiosity at this point I will pause to remark that it was a very nice, rainy spring day today.  And I sure had bucco work to do, as I was behind when I last wrote and Sunday evening and yesterday during my enforced absence it piled up something scandalous.  By the way Johnnie and Willet went on leave yesterday, another reason the work is doubled and I shouldn’t take the time to write this.  Well, guess your curiosity has seethed along about enough so may as well tell you the crutches afore mentioned are the result of too much bicycle and too little ankle.  Now there is the same amount of bicycle but lots more ankle. 
            About 5 PM Sunday I started from the office, which I was holding down for the afternoon, over to our room for the Sergeant Major’s Signature on a document.  As slick pavement, a little too much haste, and a stone curb or rather cobble stones caused the spill.  I was nearly in front of our abode, so the younger Kries (Victor) and one of the “boys” helped me up to the room.  I got one of the fellows to get me some liniment, but didn’t get over to see the doctor till today.  It is swelled really worse than ever and with the stains of the liniment on it really looked tough.  He jammed his fingers in it as tho it was a rubber ball for awhile, twisted my foot around then with a few last pokes, told me it was a very bad sprain.  I wonder if he thot he was telling me something new.  Also told me not to walk on it for a couple of days.  No danger.  But his advice about bathing it in warm water is good and I’ll try to do so.  Said to come in in a couple of days and have it bandaged as it is too badly swollen for that now.  Oh, it is a gay life. The lady where we live gave me a flannel bag to keep it warm, so I look like I had the gout.  Forgot to tell you not to worry, it is the left foot, not the one I hurt with the horse two years ago. 

            Now I’ve spent all my time and paper telling of my infirmities, which may not seem to make you feel any gayer, but don’t worry, I’ll be over it by the time I get home, and maybe that will be in June.

                                                Love to you all.

                                                            George Sherwood

                                                            Headquarters Company

                                                            108^th Engineers

                                                            American Exp. Forces

C.L. Thompson

Capt 108 Engrs

Amer. Ex F.

February 22, 1919 - George's Happiness Spills Into Army Life

Echternach, Luxembourg

February 22, 1919

Dear Ones ALL

            Since reading today’s mail, I’ll never forgive Bill Hohenzollern if I don’t get back by the middle of June.  By the way, Mother, this cancels the necessity for answering my “Confidential Note.”  Don’t you all think I’m a pretty keen kid.  Now Sister, do not blame Mother for in case you didn’t see what she wrote it was only a remark wondering if she could get away to Aunt Nellie’s Birthday Party?!?! Of course I was crazy for more information, for while I had hardly even thot of the possibility before reading that, the first thought that came to me was “I wonder.”  But having not even a ghost of a reason to think I was right I searched the letters all carefully and found not even a hint.  Then I thot I was probably crazy but occasionally a little bird seemed to whisper, “you're right, you're right,” and then when I read Susan’s letters of the last of Jan suggesting a secret, of course I knew my hunch was right, tho I rushed frantically on to her Birthday letter to get verification in her own dear words. Now I know I’ve got to get home to celebrate the Birthday Parties – How’s that?  Oh, folks – you don’t know how proud and glad I am.  I feel just like I did a little over a year ago when sister let me in on advance dope of March 12, 1918. Herman, I hope you won’t be jealous or vain either one if I say that the only thing which can make me happier than when I got you for a brother-in-law, will be the safe arrival of a little niece or nephew. 

            Sister, I’m sure glad to be let in on this too, and as luck would have it the news came just when we were preparing for the usual kind of an Army Holiday plus homesickness & Spring fever.  Now in spite of the preparation necessary for the coming inspection, and the work to do, and the rain etc., etc., I’m feeling as cozy and happy as its possible to feel “On this side of the Pond,” when you want to be “On the Other side of the Pond.”  Compree?

            I think this letter will mean quite a bit to you, but if it is censored very close they will have me up on the medical carpet examining me for InSanity.  Oh! Well, probably that is the only grounds I could get a discharge on at present!

            Got a letter from Mayme Finnican today too.  As I just sent her a rather bum letter telling her I wished she would write, you had better tell her I got it next time  you see her, but that I’m just as anxious to get an answer to this last one I sent.  I also received Aunt Nellie’s letter, which I’ll try to answer soon.

            All I can really say about when we will get home is that things look as bright now as they ever did for us to hit there by the 4^th of July.  And believe me, you bet if I’m in the US I sure will make an effort to be Home.  The longer I wait the more things to celebrate seems to pop up.  I guess you’ll have to fat up three or four “calves.”

            So my letters prove “intensely interesting.”  That is consoling but I’m afraid the General Public will not or rather would not appreciate it. Ha! Ha!  Bet if I really did write something good you would all die of delight.  By the way, what is the latest news from Ed Schultz.  And how is his mother.  You know there is a little hitch between the two arms of service, especially the Great Lakes Training Boys and the Army fellows over here.  The best name I’ve heard applied to them yet came out this week remarking on them as “Ladies Home Companions.”  Of course we realize that many of them really wanted to see some service, but so many of them squeezed into that as a bomb proof job to escape the draft and then were coddled in Chicago during the war that it gets under our skin a little to see the Hero’s praised for the “Terrible Battle of Great Lakes” as we call it.  And for every enlisted man you see in an advertisement, or posing by some fair damsel on a Magazine Cover you see forty sailors.  There is a little element of truth and irony in it at that for as far as most of the Great Lakes Gobs go, that is about all they did.  However, I’d like to know what Ed’s address now is and I’ll try to drop him a line as he doubtless has worked hard.  I dropped his mother a card from Aix-les-Baines.   Hope she received it OK.

            A couple of Dutchmen just came in with a pass to Germany to be vice’d and I had to trail off down to the town Majors with them, but in spite of the rain I was even whistling when I came back all because your letters had made me so happy.  If this one to you could only spread as much joy I would sure be glad I wrote it, but I’m having a lot of fun writing it anyway. 

            Now there’s more reason than ever to be very careful of yourselves so I’ll leave it up to the Webers to keep good tab on the Sherwoods and vice versa.)

                                                                                    (Feb 23^rd, 1919)

            Just got that far when I had to stop as per usual.  But here we go again on a beautiful sunny Sunday morning, the sun fairly blazing down on me thru the open window of the office.  So I’ll just send my love along with him as the moon hasn’t showed up lately.  Say, you nearly ruined me.  I went to bed last nite at about eleven P.M. and then I started to think about your letters and going home, etc. and before I knew it I was going over and over the trip from Echternach clear back home to that cool white bed.  Bet I made the whole trip at least 20 times, never twice the same.  And you have gone and busted one of my fondest hopes. With my little sister threatening maternity, and a mother with heart trouble, how do you suppose I’m going to dare try to surprise you.  No, that is another busted bubble.  But guess there wouldn’t be much chance anyway as Chicago will probably advertise our return enough.  But of course don’t expect me until you hear from me even then as it takes about two weeks to muster out after we hit camp.  Gee I’m raving as tho I was there already and there is no chance that I can see to get to Chicago before June 15^th or so.

                                                Love to you all again & again

                                                            Corp. Geo Sherwood

                                                            108th US Engineers

                                                            American Exp. Forces

C. L. Thompson

Capt. 108^th Engrs

Amer. Ex F
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1919-0212 - George Sherwood to Herman Weber Rock formation 

Dear Brother Herman

Was is los.  Ich habe kein brief von dir furLange zeit bekommen. Ich hoffe bald von dir zu horen.  Wel I don’t know as you can  read that, but if you can’t, write me again just the same.

Love to all, Corp Geo. Sherwood 108^th U.S. Eng. Amer. E.F.

C.L. Thompson, Capt. 108^th Engrs. Amer. E.F. (Censor)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 25, 1919 -- The World Is Full Of And Lives on Love; Trip to Aix-Les-Baines

Dearest of Sisters,

            I didn’t intend to write you alone, or to exclude the rest of the family when I came over here, but the spirit moves me to rave a little, and the only excuse I can think of is to call it a birthday letter, tho it is now only a week until your birthday.  Anyway, you can read the folks as much of this as you want to.  Even now I don’t know just what I am going to write, but I know I want to talk to “My dear little Sister” even as we loved to do in bygone days.
 

            And first of all, I have just rediscovered one of the oldest of truths.  The World is full of and lives on Love.  Not the sudden flare of passion that surges over all red blooded men and women at times and threatens – yes often does sweep them off their feet for a time; but the kind of love that burns on year after year, flaming at times, again smoldering beneath the ashes of burned out passions, hopes and desires, but still glows on deep down in the human heart, warming the soul and keeping alive the conscience of the individual and society. And so smoldering it only awaits the slightest stirring of these ashes to break forth again into purifying flame, lighting the plainest countenance with the most beautiful of glows, reflections from the flames of love.  And how did I stumble onto the old, old story.  By the simplest of means – observation.  Yet I had seen the same picture many times before and it meant little to me. 
 

            I did not know what I would write about when I came to the casino, but that same little spark in my own heart bade me write you, so I came in and stood in line with some impatience to get my allowance of paper & envelopes.  After receiving a double share from the sweet-faced old lady behind the desk, I began circulating around the room looking for a place to write.  And as I went I became still more impatient, for every place seemed full. You see as yet the beauty and significance of the scene had not impressed me.  But as I passed on, I began to scrutinize each man more closely, in hope of finding one nearly finished and as I passed man after man, here one writing, there one laboriously doing up or addressing a package, my chaos of thots began to take shape, my impatience left me, and suddenly the beauty of it surged over me as a young fellow at the desk near which I stood, oblivious to his surroundings lovingly, almost reverently folded the little souvenir handkerchief he had been holding, and carefully placed it in the envelope he had just addressed.  Then he once more carefully withdrew it and looked at it as tho picturing the joy it would bring those who received it.  And with a last caress he returned it again to the envelope gave it a final pat and turned again to his writing, his face illuminated by the fires of love burning in his breast.  And as I look about me I see that same reminiscent, loving look in nearly every face, softening and relieving the stern harsh lines the last few months have brought.  Those souvenirs are all bought at the sacrifice of some trip or anticipated pleasure of their leave period.  And as those letters are written concerts, trips, cafes, etc, are all calling one to forget and enjoy life, as of old, after months of isolation, suffering & death in the lines.  Yet all the places are filled, and men who hate writing in the ordinary sense wait patiently for their turn at the desks.  Why?  Because the fire of love (for sister, brother, mother, father or friend or sweetheart) makes them wish to share the thots, the scenes, the pleasures they are enjoying.  And so I have come to feel more strongly than perhaps ever before that love is the strongest, purest truest phase of life or perhaps life and love are inseparable phases of our being.  And so perhaps you can get a little of my meaning from the little lace collar I mailed you for your birthday the other night in case my letter isn’t quite clear, for I yet remember the loving little pats I gave it as I addressed it and sent it on its way to the Dearest little Sister a Soldier Boy could Have.  Oh, how I hope you get it, for it bears my love direct to you.  Write and tell me all about your birthday.
 

            Yesterday we went to the to the top of Mt. Revard on the cogwheel railway, hoping to see Mt. Blanc with the glasses but when we got there we were right on a cloud tho it was clear when we started up.  But the scenery was beautiful and the trip of an hour and a half up on the cogwheel well worth while. 
 

            Then we borrowed some skis up there (free for soldiers by Y.M.C.A.) and had some fine rides – and tumbles.  Got back just in time for dinner, 6:30 P.M.  The day before that we took a trip on the boat across and up the lake to the old Abby [Abbey of Echternach - see  previous post]. It was founded back in the early days of Christianity by St. Bernard, was used as a burial place for the kings and princes of France and Italy for many years, but was nearly destroyed by the French Revolution.  Was reclaimed & rebuilt by King Felix of Italy in 1824 and changed hands from Italy and France and back several times until finally it was deeded forever to the King of Italy by France in 1860 because it had been reclaimed by Felix who was buried there with his wife and contained the restored graves of so many of the other Italian Kings and Princes.  15 monks have charge of the Abbey, one of them having been there for 30 years now.  The paintings and carvings are mostly modern but they are truly wonderful
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            On the same trip we saw the pass thru which Hannibal led his army across this mountain range in his march against the Romans. And after a year's army experience one realizes more than ever the magnitude of his task and wonder of its success when they consider that he went thru an even more rugged part of the Alps Mts. than we have here before he was finally able to strike at Rome from the North.
 

            Now I’ve got to close.
                                    Love once more to you all and may many more happy birthdays come to my dear little sister Susan – Her Brother

                                                            Corp. Geo. Sherwood, Hdqts Co

                                                            108^th U. S. Engineers, Amer. Exp.

1919-0123 - George Sherwood Aix les Bains Cathedral

Dear Brother

The hotel annex where we stay while here is just back of and across the street from this old church.  If you think we have hills in Wisconsin – come over and take a look at what they farm here.  Very few horses mostly oxen and women do the work as near as I can find out.

Write me soon.  Love to all

Corp, Geo. Sherwood  108^th U.S. Engrs. Amer. Exp. Force

 
 

 

 

 

 

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