Sept.
10, 1918
My Dear Sweetheart,
Almost
one week has passed since I’ve written to you. My how the time flies when one
is kept busy. Now don’t think I’ve been so busy that I never think of you, for
there is never a night that passes but I think of you, dear, and what you are
doing. My days’ work is nearly done by the time your dreamy eyes open. If it
has been the same with you (not receiving any word from me) as it has been with
me, I’ll bet you think it has been ages. But dear, have a cheerful heart and
remember that a brighter day is coming to you and me, and how a letter from
home would make me feel even if it was just your name, signed that you and all
the folks were well.
Sunday
seemed as if it would never pass, but about 1 o’clock George came. I felt much
better, for we went to a neighboring town to see some of the ancient relics of
the old Roman wars, in the time of Caesar. At the top of the hill was a great
statue placed of one of the great heroes of the war. This statue was placed there by Napoleon the
III of France. It was the largest statue
I have ever seen. Around the hill were
small caves and trenches which they used as protection against the enemy. In one place they said you can find old relics
of the people who lived there. Many of
them had been buried by some eruption.
One of the fellows found the remains of a body. He took one of the teeth. Everything was of the highest interest.
After
viewing the city and the ancient buildings, we returned to our homes in the
rain storm. The weather here is surely
much different than ours at home, for it rains nearly every day, and we have a
little wind with it.
I’ve
been on guard today. The work we are
taking up is very interesting, for it keeps us out of mischief and will help us
if ever we are called upon to do certain things. There are one or two things I miss here a
great deal: 1) fruits, 2) candies. I have often wondered what the people here do
for fruits and sweets, for I have not seen any except grapes, and they are
almost too dear to buy. One franc for
one pound, or 20 cents. So you see, a
person cannot spend too much for them.
Can
you hear the little French girl trying to talk to me? I’m trying to make her see I’m writing to my
sweetheart. She just laughs at me and
tells me it is alright, and for me to explain to you that her sweetheart is at
the front. She surely is a fine girl,
for she appears happy. She makes life
brighter and more cheerful for all those who are near her. She tries to make us understand, but it is
almost impossible.
Well
dear love, never worry for me for I am all O.K. and feeling fine. Everything is going as well as expected, but of
course, I have the love of home, which I hope will never leave me. The love and
trust you have put in me has been one of the greatest means of helping me to do
my duty which my government has called upon me to do.
May you ever be the same sweet lover to me in
the future as you have been in the past.
But remember dear, always keep cheerful and look on the bright side, for
there is a brighter day coming for you and me.
May you ever be guided by the Great Spirit is my desire and best love. X
X X X
Your
loving sweetheart,
Private
Henry D. Call
Co.
A. 313th Engineers
American
Expeditionary Force,
France
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