Letter 91

Letter 91

                                                                                                                                France
                                                                                                                                Nov. 7, 1918
Dear Bro. and Sis. and Lady N.,
 (This is to his brother, Irvin, and his wife, Mary, who is Violet’s sister.  “Lady N.” is their baby, Norene)
                Thursday night, my afternoon work is done and I’ve got a few minutes to spare.  At night it is almost impossible to write, for light is scarce here.  We can only have candles, and they are hard to get here.  I am feeling fine and all are O.K. here.  I received your letter some two weeks ago.  It surely was something I wanted to know, for you told me something which interested me.  That was about the farm and what you were doing.  I’m pleased to hear you got a good crop.

                The weather over here is very changeable.  We have a heavy mist in the mornings, and in the afternoons the sun shines a little, and then it clouds up again.  I’ll be …  you can’t guess where I am?  Well, I’ll tell you.  I am sitting in the billet on a pile of hay.  My table is my knee, and I have a piece of newspaper.  I am beginning to think that wherever night overtakes me is home sweet home to me.  But of course, I think of home and all the things I’m missing.  The only consolation I have is that the war is not going to last long, and before long you will see me back at the farm in Layton.

                Since receiving your letter I moved again a little further back from the place I was before.  We were at the rear line trenches doing construction work.  I have had the honor of seeing a number of our battles, seeing the big guns throw shells into the air, exploding.  These air machines surely make their getaway.
                Sunday I visited a Catholic Church built in the 1700s.  It surely was beautiful inside.  From there I went to the aviation field and we saw a great number of planes. I surely was wishing they would take me for a ride, but no luck.  Haven’t seen Geo. for over a month.  Sending you a French souvenir.  I am wishing you God’s speed and the love of your brother,

                                                                                                                                Prvt. Henry D. Call

                                                                                                                                Co. A. 313^th Engrs.

                                                                                                                                American E. F.

                                                                                                                                France  A.P.O. 795

(Signed by censor:   o.k. ….  S.T. Doures, 1^st Lieut. Ensign U.S. Army)