Letter 101 Dec.
23, 1918
Aix
Les Bain, France
Darling
Mine,
I suppose you think I’ve got nothing
to do but write, but if you were here dear you would think differently, for
there is something going on all the time.
We have a few minutes before mess. I have just come from the movies. They have them every day at 4:30. Then again at night, 8:30, they have Vaudeville. The mornings are composed of sightseeing, but
the last few days have been very disagreeable, for it has rained most of the
time. Yesterday morning we (Geo., from
Riverton, Utah, Joe Morgan, and myself) were
intending to go on to one of the high peaks where we could see Mt. Blanc. When we got up at 7:30 to go it was raining, so
we went back to bed again and stayed until 11 o’clock. Now dear, don’t think we were lazy. For
remember it was the first morning for over seven months we’ve had the privilege
of doing such. My, it did seem funny, but how could anyone help sleeping when
they are being treated as we are here.
Yesterday being Sunday, we did not
do much wondering, only from noon until night mess. After that, we went to our room and had an
hour or so of real quietness for ourselves.
Oh dear, if you only could have been a mouse in the corner you surely
would have said we thought at great deal of you at home. For we told each other about our lives before
the war with our sweethearts, back home in Dear Old Utah. The only thing lacking was our real
sweethearts here, but we hugged each other just the same even if we were boys.
Today it has been raining most of
the time; we could not go very far, for fear of getting wet. This afternoon, we
went to the movies, and went to the great stadium they have here. It surely is
a wonder, but we have just as good at home as they have here. By the time our state is as old as France; our
arenas will be a thing will be a wonder, too.
As I was looking there at the
register here at the Y I found Carter Dee’s name. He was here in Nov. 4th 1918. I say, poor Esther. She will know before now that he had his
seven day leave here. Well, if I am lacking
of pleasure this is surely a good place to come, for everything is at your
disposal, even the women. But you know how I feel toward them here, and what I
owe to you. So dear, do not worry over the
girls here. The ones from the states are
the only ones, I’m not alone in saying it.
Just think, only one more day before
Christmas, I can’t realize that it is so near, for the countryside seems more
like late October. One thing they have
plenty of here is fir trees. Just
outside of the Y door there stands an olive tree, and it surely is a
beauty. The berries are ripe and so
red. It surely is wonderful to see so
many different trees and scrubs which they have in this part of the country.
Today we managed to obtain a post
card of our hotel and a few other scenes. I’m going to send you a few each time just
keep them until I get home, then I’ll tell you more about them. I heard some
good news yesterday. One of the men was
standing near two Y men, who were talking about those who are soon to depart home
for America. My, that word seems big now.
How true it is I do not know since we hear such things so often when we are
among them.
Well dear, I must close for it is
nearly time for mess, and I must send the cards. But remember I’m still the
same old Henry, with a little more experience than I had a few months ago, but
that does not alter my love for you. For
at times it makes me long to have you near, and that I can’t live another week
without being near you. But by the help of God and you, dear, I’m going to
battle it through to the end. My you
ever be guided by that, and love, is the loving wish of your sweetheart.
Corporal
Henry D. Call
Co
A 313th Engrs
American
Ex. Forces, France
A.P.O. 932
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