Somewhere near Royaumeix, 5/31/1918


Dear Em


I have stretched out around me now four letters from you and one from Lena, yours of April 29, May 4, 8, 11, Lena’s of May 11, and I tell you Em it is great. I suppose the first thing I should mention is that Im feeling just the same as ever. You say it is very warm there, and it is the same here and has been now for quite some time. Im never going to complain again though about this kind of weather for after the dampness, cold and all around hard winter we spent on our arrival in France, I want sun and plenty of it. France is the place for sun too and I don’t think it can be duplicated any where else on the globe.


With a continual buzz of Allied planes in the air and an occasional drum fire of our batteries up toward the lines we are beginning to class this little village as a very peaceful home. The regiment is resting now, and believe me Em it is rest. Plenty of eats, plenty of sleep, and very little drill constitutes the days activities. Don’t worry about getting any news from the 103rd, for news of an outfit nowadays means a long casualty list.


I want to give the 104th the credit for to date they have lost more men than any other regiment. Yesterday there was held a very impressive ceramony in a little grave yard just in the back of this town, where some of our dear fellows have been laid to rest. Old Glory was flown to the nice balmy breezes and it sure was a welcome sight sparkling in the sun. There was three bands present and a representation from as many regiments. It made me think of the Memorial Days gone by when we turned out for the G.A. of the R. only it was my own comrades now, with more to follow. It must have been quite a day back there.


In your letter of April 29, you open up by saying that in my letter of March 17 I wrote as though I was in high spirit. Yes Em Im still in high spirit as well as every one of the A.E.F. For it is going to win Em. Of coarse Ive been very fortunate for Ive felt tip top all the way, which is half any battle.


Glad to hear that the Morgie has got the services of Lena again and that she is back into that work for it is well. Ill bet that is some church and when I get around Boston way again Im going to give some of the ushers a chance to take me by hand. OH you Hotel. How’s a kid. Tell Lena to give her my regards, for you see I remember her motherly care very well. Bully for you Pa and for the Bond too. Tough though on the $10 per stuff, but just think of the boys “over here” when they get back “over there” there wont be any at any price. As the French say (Say le Guerre.) meaning (it’s the war.)


No Em I never did have much to say, but Id talk if I was sitting at the table with you this morning don’t forget it. Very pleased to hear you get so much dough on the start and no doubt there is more in it for you. If I was there Id probably kid you a little myself but Id never get off kidding you now. That’s it Em have a good time this summer and Im with you in every one of them. Say Em tell Batty Coyne that it is about time the 5th Pw were getting here will you. There is an awful lot of broken wires out in N.M. Land that neads fixing.


Id have wiped those dishes for you so you could have finish the letter had I been there what Em? You said that you would have the pleasure of getting dinner the next day. OO La La and maybe it wouldn’t be pleasure fo rme to see it all done and ! Good luck to Billie Rogers how about it Bert, was you as good as any man in the house or (well you know) “Steve ODonnell was a gentleman.” Look Em Im going to grab off some chow hoping that the check you get today will be enjoyed as much as I will enjoy this. See you after the mess.


Now that the dishes are put in the old kit bag where I keep all my troubles Ill continue. You see Em Im going to send as good a letter as I can for after receiving so many from I feel as though one is due you. Tell Katherine Id like to see her garden, for I bet it looks pretty classy at that. You ask if I am getting all your mail. I guess I must be Em, although Im far from bashful in this respect.


So Mikie is a petty officer. I wonder if he is always happy now. I never saw his wife so therefor cannot enjoy the full benefit of her sorrowful story in regards to Poor Connie. So there are a lot more left yet. Well Em I figure the war to last a while yet too, so there may be room for them yet. As for Lena ironing, makes me think that although I do every thing but iron this outfit on my back a little ironing with some wax in the seam (well why go into it). I don’t know how many times you’ve spoken of Batty getting a furlough, but every time you do it reminds me that I haven’t had more than twelve hours at a stretch that I could call my own since Westfield, and, it is well. Yes I guess he will find the fellows in the Old Eighth as fine as any of them.


If I hadnt stuck to Capt. Tobey and come “over here” I would be well off in this 5th P. now. But I agree with you. Id rather be a private in France than a commissioned officer in the states. Im not going to stay a private in France either. Im sorry he lost his ribbons for if he felt it the way I did it was sour apples.


That motion picture must be very interesting but give me an Elsie Janis with some real live stuff and “No Mans Land” will be like a ball field to us. Excuse you for not writing longer letters? Why say Em you’re writing one long continuous one where instead of waiting a month for news I get mail from you just as sure as there is mail for anybody in the regiment. You said that they say you’re getting fat, OH you kid, keep it up. It must be very pleasant out Jamaica Plain way and Im very glad you landed the berth.


Well Ive gone through all your letters up to May 11, and tried to answer all you asked and added a little cheap stuff here and there too I guess. Ive got to answer Lena’s and then get after the others. Every night since we hit this place American planes fly over and give the Boshe a belly full of the poison they have been handing the Allies, and they get away with it too. I don’t know any thing about the submarines but I do know that we have got the best of the air now.


We are not in the drive that is going on now although you never can tell what tomorrow brings. By the time you get this we may be miles from here and if so there sure will be some thing doing. News will begin to come in very fast soon now and when that starts why, Ill write as long and as often as I can. I thank the Hollands for their best wishes and send best regards in return. I havent heard much from Little Mary latly but I trust that both she and Mollie, also Mack are well. Thinking it over this ought to reach you just about the 17th. Good Luck to the Old Town.


Heres hoping that this letter finds you all well and that you will not find the hot weather that you must by this time be getting unindurable. Ill close


With love to all



Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf. Am. Ex. Forces.


P.S. This is just to show you that I can write a letter without crouding to the very bottom of the sheet so that you cant read the last few sentences. Bon Jour.



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Somewhere near Royaumeix, 5/29/1918

Dear Em.


Your letter of April 30 just received and I must say that it sure does contain some encouragement. Although you say you have written others, this one of April 30 is the latest one since the 21st that Ive received to date. Im not going to go into any details as to my present status, but beleive me Em Im going to come back just as you say, Im going to.


We are still on the same front from which my other letters were written only a little farther along. Say Em this part of France is pretty, and right here I want to take back some of the harsh things Ive said about France and her climate. As usual Ive received quite a lot of mail this trip, and of coarse that means the most of my spare time taken up for the next two or three days.


To answer you in regard to Capt. Tobey. After an absense of seven weeks he is again with the regiment but not as yet in command of his company. No Em, again I will say it was no fault of mine that brought on the change. You probably will want to know just what I am doing now. Well Em our regiment just at present is not in the line but not far from it, nor will it be long before we are in again. We are enjoying the little rest very much though, and already feel that we can again take our place. Im as fat as ever and I bet I weigh between 60-70 lbs. can you O.O. me. I wish you could get a glimse at me now. Of coarse we dont know when we will go in but Im going to have some beef to lose.


Now Em Im going to give you some news. Last night we had the pleasure (and pleasure it was Em) to see a real American woman, hear real American singing, and some real American jokes, and from a real American actress Elsie Janis. Say Em it was great, and I don’t believe I ever appreciated a star as I did her the few minutes she had to spare. She told some jokes which were good, sang, danced, lead the band, and invited any private to get up on the platforme and dance the fox trot with her. (I was in the back row). She sang a song “Over Here” with the same tune to “Over There” you’ve probably heard it. “I dont want to get well.” Well any way she was the “darb” and her stunts over here will never be forgotten by the real trench dogs. She has pulled the string that sent one of our largest shells over to the Boshe and is having many narrow escapes in the work she is doing.


"Show at the YMCA" by C. Leroy Baldridge, 1918

Am sorry to hear they have stopped the $10. and we can thank politics for that. It was one of the inducements for the boys to inlist. I was glad though to hear that you are all well. Do you remember, of my speaking of getting a package from a sister to one of the boys at the shop. I just got a letter from her stating that she had already left for over here as a red cross nurse. Im not looking for a blighty but if this is the case that song may apply to me.


This is not much of a letter but it lets you know that Im still on my feet and feeling fine. I purchased a pretty good tooth brush at the Y.M.C.A. yesterday and now I am tip top again. Ive got to answer letters received from, two fellows at the shop that were “just globbed”, the shipper, Miss Freat the nurse and S.B. When this is all done Ill feel as though I did my bit of writing. In closing I want to assure you that Im the same Sam. Hoping to get your other letters


Love to all



Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf. Am. Ex. Forces



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Somewhere near Gironville, 5/19/1918

Envelope Trench Art - Back Side

Envelope Trench Art - Front Side

4 A.M.


Dear Em


Yesterday was a perfect summer day, and one that never could be equaled in the States especially at this time of year. By all appearances now it is going to be just as good a day today. OH. Em if you only knew how much we appreciate this sun, and dry weather. Those of us that have got by all winter and Spring with out a trip to the hospital, can excuse all the tough weather that has followed us ever since stepping on to foreign soil, after experiencing such balmy days as the last few have been.


I wish you could hear these birds sing outside this dugout, and see the sun just rising between two hills just to our right, which are held by the Boshe. To sum it all up Em, it is a beautiful Summer morning, with peace and quiet every where. Yesterday morning was the same until old Sol got about an hour high and then, the same old fire works began, airships began to buzz over head, the big drums began to roll, and another day of modern science was well started.


It was pretty quiet “out front” last night but right here Id better can this stuff before I go too far with it. They have started. Two seventy sevens from across the way have been hurled over landing in a town. More will follow these two, other batteries will pick it up and then the usual days work will be in full swing. Our birds still continue their twitter though and I guess the only thing that would stop them would be a regular barrage (during which a fellow would do well to hear himself sing let alone listen to nature). Many a morning Ive stood sat or layed waiting for this barrage (just at dawn) the sound of which reminds me of all the snare and base drums, explosions and fire works that Greater Boston could muster, and all going at once. But some dry land and a little sun, a fag now and then, and we should worry.


We have been on some part of the line continually now since Feb. 7/18 with the exception of the few days that was taken to march that seventy or eighty miles to our training base, and loaded into trucks on our arrival and landed here. We are due for a furlough or a rest soon for to date the last leave that any of us have been lucky enough to get was that last Sat. & Sunday I got from Westfield, and the last time I was home. Well we didn’t come over here for pleasure and Im as contented as one could wish to be, but I thought I’d mention this in answer to questions asked as to whether Id received my furlough as yet. We are over here for business (no Border stuff understand) and any one that comes over with any thing else as their object is going to be mistaken badly.


We are getting the assurance that every one “over there” are doing their bit and every thing possibly for us. I got ahold of a Boston Post of “some weeks back” and the accounts of the big parade and the wonderful “come through spirit” of America, for the Third Liberty Loan was very interesting and also incouraging for us fellows that are “over here” and nead backing now. But to change the subject Em – I received two fine letters from you last night bearing the dates April 23, and 25 and was very glad to hear that you are all well. You opened up the first by saying that it was pretty near the close of a perfect day, and your discription of the kids playing ball and piggy is a scene I can well picture, and would appreciate could I witness it. If you think you’re filling all your letters with explaining about your new job, what in the world must be thought of the contents of mine. It shows that we are both interested in our work and surely in each other by writing very often regardless of what we say.


Glad to hear that Zella is with you, for Im sure she makes it pleasant and also glad that you have such pleasant surrounding to work in. There must sure be some close to Mary now, and tell her Em I wish her luck. Ha. So the kids fight yet, and Old George is the go between. It would be good if we had an Old George in this World Affair wouldnt it? I suppose Nellie, the husband, (Charlie is it?) Old George and the kids do present some wonderful sights these warm spring evenings, with their graphophone going. Has he got those flags in his possession yet, or doesn’t he display them now?


Bully for Napolean! We could use him to good advantage Em if we had him with us right on this sector. Look Em, you know how the farmers in Maine used to rig up scare crows, stick them out in a cornfield, and how these scare crows would answer the purpose of protecting said young corn from being dug up by said crows. Well we have some listening posts in “No Man’s Land,” from which valuable information is some times obtained. You see we would stick young speedy out there, and old Fritz thinking it an old Yankee trick (to draw their attention from some where else) would laugh at it and leave said it unmolested. Of coarse our first problem would be to teach him (not to see every thing understand) but to remember and explain all he did see. It wouldn’t cost the government much for cloths either. So much for speedy, he is just as you say though Em, a great help to his mother and the neighbors. I thought that sugar refinery would cut off quit a little of the view, but it is nice to be able to see the Naval Hospital yet.


Well Em I suppose it is getting warm over there now, and I can say right here that as I write it gets hotter and noisier. I can picture Pa trotting off to bed when there is nothing else to do, and look Em don’t forget to put a screen in his window for if the mosquitoes there are as active as they are here, they will pester him to death. Between mosquitoes (as large as horse flys) and cooties (almost as large) our days work is pretty well cut out for us. Im with you Em in wishing Madge out of the place she is now in and hope that before long she will be.


Following up you letter I will say yes, the 104th did have quite a tough time of it and came through pretty well too. One young fellow, Alpen by name who was in “my old company” Co. K, was knocked off in this jam and a few of the others wounded. I thank Adeline for her kind regards and tell her I was asking for her the next time you see her. Lillian also. Same to the Hollands. Im pretty sure Harry will be over here any way but then he may think different. Good luck to him. I thank Zella for her best wishes, and I hope you all spend a pleasant and enjoyable 17th (OO La La).


The reason for the different colored ink that made up the letters of Mar. 14, and 30th that you speak of in your letter of April 25 was in compliance with that common sense saying “Get what you can no matter what it is.” I’ve written one letter with as much as three different pens, in which was different colored ink. The fancy designs I made on some of my letters was done while there was absolutly nothing else to do. Trench stuff you see.


It is news to me to hear that Boston’s Own has not left yet, for we heard that they were already on their way to France long ago. When they do get here we will probably never see them for they may be placed many miles from this division. As for them making it possible for us to get some rest, I rather it would make all the more work for the Hun with us still at it until the whole dirty business is cleaned up. Just like Lena when she is cleaning house or doing anything, “Everybody up and doing and stuck until its done.” OH you Lena! Lena playing solitaire, Pa reading the paper, your getting ready for bed, Bert working until nine oclock. That old song “I wonder how the Old Folks are at home” means nothing to me on receipt of your letters for I know all about them after reading the contents.


As for Harry giving up the chance to go to England to train, I think he failed to use good judgment for that is where he would get some real good training. I bet your some class in your new rig. Well Em Im going to stop not because I have nothing more to say or because this is all the paper I can scrape up, but because I feel as though Ive said enough. So with love to all I close




Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf. A.E.F.



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Somewhere near Gironville, 5/17/1918

Dear Em.


Got your letter of April 18 O.K. Yes, Im still alive happy and well. I must say tho Em that we have two very bad enemies outside of the Hun and they are the louse and the French mosqiuto. These so call French pests are as big as any horse fly I ever did see and they sure can pester a fellow. The cootie that you hear so much about grow from a pin head to an elephant (it seems) over night. Outside of this there is very little to say only to repeat that we are still up front here enjoying the perfect (weather) that we have been so fortunate to get the last two days.


For the sake of some news Em I will say that where we are now the allies hold the upper hand in the air, for although our planes are very numerous and up all day shooting over and across the lines, the Boshe never come over for any trouble. A crowd of us were talking the other day and although there were five Allied planes right over our heads we paid no attention until we heard a whirr ssssssss pud. Of coarse we all ducked (as tho we had a chance if it was near us). I won’t say anything about the chance but I will say that it was a German dud. It was just one of the many shrapnel shells that old Fritz was trying to stop our planes with that failed to explode and it dropped just inside our lines.


Ran across a Draft fellow who was maning an automatic rifle in an advanced post. He has only been in France two months which proves your statement that they will give a good account of themselves. Will give Mr Bishop’s regards to Bill when I see him. He is in another post of the line.


Please excuse this letter and writing but it is the best I can do.


Love to all



Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf, A.E.F.


P.S. You see I write every chance I can get. This letter looks it, what? The weather is great, so is the noise at times.



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Somewhere near Gironville, 5/12/1918

Dear Folks.


On the back of my old trusty mess kit and with a stub of a pencil which is very trusty in this case I start this letter homeward with the first news, “All’s Well.” The spirit of “Mothers Day” has been greatly impressed and incouraged by our General Pershing, and time enough has been granted every man of the A.E.F. to at least write a “letter home.” These letters are to be given first consideration, thus answering it’s quick delivery – to you.


A year ago I remember very distinctly, Em pinned a pink on my coat (just as I was going out) the significance of which we all know well. This year a gold service stripe is worn showing that we’ve been in the advanced zone six months. Some of the boys from old K have said their last, (one from this company) and others are wearing a gold stripe for wounds received in action. Suming these things all up it is very fitting that this day should find every soldier (in France anyway) writing a letter home, and I gamble that there will be more letters written by the Sammies or (Buddies) today than before. My one wish is that Aunt Madge gets a letter from “Some where at sea.” She will get one from “Some where in France” for it is going to be the very next thing I do.


The sun is shining again, the big guns cease to pound, there isnt an air ship in sight and Ive got rid of some of my choicest friends which all goes to make things seem very much out of place for this part of France. These unusual events are well balanced by the usual though in that Im feeling fine and expressing the fact in writing.


In the last letter that I received from Em she said that Henry and Leonard was “over” but made no mention of Nora. How is she? It is pleasing to know that Henry is feeling so good and acts the same by showing up once in a while. Also that the rest of you are in the pink. Do you know that a picture would not go amiss if you folks ever had the occasion to have any taken. As soon as I get a chance Ill have mine taken just to prove that my statements are right and can be shown.


I will tell you in this letter that altho we are quite a ways from the last place we were at we are still at the front, and we expect that the next place we will be at will be very far from here but yet on the front. You see we’ve been up here now about ten weeks but we don’t mind it at all. As for the furloughs or leaves we are or were to get, (the old saying) “What you never had you never miss.” O.D. shirts are being worn today, the first time the weather has permited this since we were in Westfield. It sure is “Sunny France” when the sun is shining.


Captain Tobey has returned to the regiment but does not take command of this company so Ill have to continue to grin and bear it. It is a situation I will some time explain for of coarse this is no place for it. Out of the even twenty men that he took with him when he was assigned to this company there are only thirteen left, as follows. 3 sgts. 4 cpls. two cooks and 4 privates. The rest are either on detached service or have been transfered out of the company.


You never can tell what tomorrow brings until it etc. Who knows but what tomorrow the war will end thereby putting a stop to this chatter. Hoping this finds you all well Ill close with best wishes



Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf American Ex. Forces



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[Editor’s Note: The “pink” Sam refers to would have been a pink ribbon worn on Mother’s Day in honor of his deceased mother Annie who had died when he was only 10 years old. The “choicest friends” refers to the cooties purged during Sam’s recent bath.]

Under Bombardment, 5/10/1918

On May 10, at 0115 hours in a heavy fog, the Germans detonated 1,141 gas projector bombs containing over 20 tons of phosgene on the south slope of Hill #322, Bois de Apremont, St. Agnant and the surrounding trenchworks which were occupied by the 103rd Infantry. Additional incoming gas, trench mortar and high explosive fire was taken by the 103rd at 0525. A total of 33 men were killed, 12 wounded and 162 hospitalized due to gas from the night’s work…

Somewhere near Gironville, 5/9/1918

Dear Em,


After about four days of sunshine and extra fine weather it has again dampened up and I suppose we are in for another spell of usual rain and mud. (Sey la Guerre.) Your letter of April 7th was very interesting and altho Ive received one bearing a much later date the one of the seventh contained news that was new to me. That must have been some parade alright, but there is going to be one better. “The Victory Day.” “One where we all join in.” Of coarse Ive got no idea as to when this will be. You can never always sometimes tell you know. White Plains. The mothers and wives section of that parade sure was some impressive Ill bet.

"Reading Their Shirts" by Baldridge, 1918


I am very well and tho we are still where we were there is absolutly nothing doing of any note. It is just one of those long days when every thing is quiet and the clouds hang very low. A day when our very close friends make themselves the centre of attraction and start us in our reading lessons. Speaking of the flag is a reminder, that the other day while at one of these readings I in some way stepped on the watch getting out of it very lucky with only a broken crystal. There was an old watch kicking around from which I took the crystal casing and all, taped same to the watch and it is as good as ever until I can get some place where I can get the right thing. As for the chain, Ive discontinued using it in this place and it is with the rest of my sole belongings Left hand shirt pocket. I wish there was some thing I could write that I thought would interest you, but you see there is nothing.


Your discription of what you and the rest happen to be doing as you write your letters, presents a picture as plain as if it was in front of me, and pleases me very much. May you and the “Bunch” enjoy many a pleasant trip to the Beach this summer. Hope Aunt Madge is lucky in her new move, for from what you say it would be a good one. How is the piano and the ice chest? I suppose Katherine has got something planted in the yard by this time. Tell her I wish her the best of luck. Best regards to all



Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf. Am. Ex. Forces



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[Editor’s Note: The “reading lessons” with close friends refers to cootie hunts or “shirt hunts” which became a form of warm-weather recreation for troops while at rest, involving the close scrutiny of garments for lice in order to pick them off by hand. “Left hand shirt pocket” refers to the common location where troops kept their personal effects for recovery in the event they were killed or seriously wounded.]

Somewhere near Gironville, 5/5/1918

Dear Em.


Received your letter of April 11, last night and was very glad to hear that every thing is O.K. there with you folks. Im just the same as usual and will go farther by saying that we are at (present) enjoying perfect, sunny weather. It sure is great hear when the sun is shining and it is appreciated more so for the reason that we’ve seen so little of it latly. Although we occupy a sector of the front yet, the trees here are now in full bloom and the feilds are very pretty. Birds fly back and forth singing and twittering as tho there was no such thing as conflict and strife right in the very air they fly through.


Yes we are enjoying Spring just as you folks must be enjoying it now, and I know you will agree with me when I say “Its Great.” It has been very quiet here for the last two or three days, and today you would think that peace had been declared or that they had ceased hostilities for the Sabbath.


OH joy Em! Cant you see why my mind turns to Spring, birds, green fields, apple blossoms, sun shine and bumble bees tee hee. I suppose the children are having their May Parties and enjoying themselves now. Any way, rest assured that Im enjoying life “over here” and we haven’t had as much as one days leave since hitting France either. We’ve been at the front or on the road ever since Feb. 5 and I guess it is about as good a place as any – (in France).


That drive for the Liberty Loan must be making things very interesting, especially the Tank you speak of, and the airships. From all accounts every one is taking hold in the real American Spirit, which is very incouraging to us. Altho we get white bread with every meal, I would like to get ahold of some of Lena’s several varieties.


Glad to know you are getting along so well at Plant’s, and that you like it so well. When you speak of Pa and his pipe, it reminds me that I have many a pleasant smoke from the first one you sent which I think was around Christmas. I suppose the Beach will soon be in full swing, and that you Zella Sadie and the rest will soon be enjoying what there is down there to enjoy this Summer. As for me Em, well I think I will have a steady job over hear.


Well Em I know you will be disappointed in this letter as to its length and the news that it contains, but it is the best I can do. Saw Emma’s husband the other day and he is looking good. He said he hadn’t heard from home for quite a while and was surprized when I told him the date of my last letter. It took your last letter just 23 days to reach me which is going some considering where I am. Keep it up, also give my regards to all.





Samuel E. Avery Hdq. Co. 103rd Inf, A.E.F.



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