May 27th 1918
Dear Sister Madeline:
The old transport is taking the water very good. The sea has been rough at times but not as rough as it generally gets. Did you receive my post card? Well we left Camp Stuart May 17th but did not leave the port until late Saturday as we got stuck the water was to shallow. It took thirteen tugs to pull us out after being their for about ten hours. May the 19th my birthday was spent very nicely.
Please excuse the my change of ink as I started this letter on the 23rd and ran short of ink but as long as you receive this letter through the aid of our brother sailor I don’t think it will make any difference. All I did Sunday was to wish that I were home. I would sit on the deck and look out to the big waves toward home and say well boys their’s no place like home. Although the eats are great and nothing to do but sit around and every now and then see something new. The second day out we saw one shark and just yesterday we saw three whales and a school of flying fish. Well dear sister now the tide changes to a bit of adventure.
After messing yesterday (by the way we only get to meals a day but they are great) I happened to stop and watch the sailors boxing when the order came of a abanding ship. Then our ship with about eight other ships 6 transports, 1 cruiser and one torpedo boat destroyer started firing. After holding our position for about 40 minutes we were dismist. Some say it was a submarine but I think it was nothing but a box or a log. The Navy is not taking any chances and anything that looks like a sub is shot at. Up to now I have taken the trip very good I haven’t had anything accept a headach and that was from sleeping down in our compartment.
Sea sickness hasn’t shown itself on our boat as yet but I suppose before the trip is over many a boy will throw his head over the railing. I heard the captain of the ship say that we were the roughest lot of men that he ever took over. On his other trips the hospital has at all times been filled up. He also said all we do is get on the mess line then come back and steal bread from the bakery. I must admit dear sister that my hand helped to steal some bread as it was so tempting and my appetite is getting the best of me.
I haven’t as yet had the opportunity of being mixed up with the cooties as some of the boys have but when it comes to sleeping with rats not those field rats but those that come from the boat and are about eighteen inches long. They are getting to familiar with me; they only come around when I sleep. We are due to hit the war zone tonight and our new convoys are expected to meet us.
I know dear sister that you are anxiously awaiting a letter from me theirfore I am trying this way as the sailor looks honest and theirfore I think he will carrie this letter back to U.S.Soil. The boys just told me that we past a U.S. transport that was homeward bound. Oh what I wouldn’t give to be home once again but be it as it may I feel that your brother will soon come back as the boys say I’ve got a huntch. Must close now dear sister as I really do not know what else to write about. How is pa and all the folks home. Kisses and love to you all. Am going to write Anna.
My identification number is 1203323.
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