Scofield Farm, Dracut Mass. 9/3/1917

Dear Em,

 

I suppose you’ll wonder at my writing from hear but when (all told) it is a short story. I got a forty eight hour leave of absence got home at 11 PM Sat. night and went to bed. Pa called me at five oclock to have some breakfast. He said he had a great feed for me. I went down and there was some beans, bread and coffee. I guess I made him late for work for he kept talking (you know him). Lil is spending two weeks vacation up hear, and I thought Id run up and see her. She saw that I was put up last night and we’ve just eaten breakfast. Ive got to catch the five oclock train tonight for Springfield so Im going to make to best of the day. I feel very sorry that I will not see you on this trip, but as I expect we’ll stay in Westfield for some time yet, I hope to see you later.

 

I got your address off a letter. I hope it right for I thought I get home before I wrote and therefore make sure. Are you folks enjoying yourself? If not why not. Pa seems to be having the time of his life, all alone. By the way, Mr. Holland gave me a great dinner Sunday. She kept pairing potatoes as Id eat them.

 

Well I know I should write more but I haven’t got much time now. Ill write when I get back to camp. Ill expect a letter from you when I get back.

 

Sam

 

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Camp Bartlett, Westfield Mass. 8/25/1917

Dear Em.

 

They are busting us right and left. There are only twenty men left. The captain, 1st and 2nd Lieuts are gone and the Lord only knows what is to become of the rest of us. Im writing this to stop you from sending any mail until I find out just where Im going. I might go to Maine, N.H., Conn., R.I. or any place they happen to send me. The 8th Regiment is no more. Ill write soon and tell you more.

 

Sam

 

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