Letter 90
Nov.
3, 1918
France
Dear Bro. and Sis. Wood,
Did I
hear you say I had forgotten you? Oh how
could I ever be guilty of such a thing, after being so closely connected with
you, and where my most radiant beams of sunshine lies. I’m feeling fine and enjoying myself the best
way I can. I’ve been separated from Geo. and the Evans boy from Salt Lake, who
was with me, has been to the hospital for 3 weeks, I’ve not heard a word from
him. If they die we get the word, otherwise we hear nothing.
A good
example of that may be told, two Jones boys from Willard, Utah came to Boulder
with me, and were in the same company. They both look sick with this passing disease,
which is or has been all over the country.
They were taken to the hospital. They were gone for about 3 weeks, then
finally one came back and asked the question, “How many others have died?” Among
its number was his brother. He was in the same hospital and didn’t know
anything about it, I surely felt sorry for him.
One
thing I can’t get used to is we are never told where we are going; we just
start out and finally land in some French barn. Any place where night overtakes
me now is home sweet home to me. Ha Ha! Did I hear you say, you would like it?
It’s alright for a vacation, but to do it all the time, I become tired and
sometimes get the blues, especially when no letter comes from home. The letter
I received from you, Bro. Wood, was surely filled with good advice and cheer.
The only thing is, I wish there were more of them. I’m in a French kitchen. They
have all gone to church except the lady, and she is churning now. I don’t know
if I will like the butter. Well, must close, wishing you success in the desires
of your Soldier Son.
Prvt.
Henry D. Call
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