Somewhere in France, 11/10/1918

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November 10, 1918

Dear Mother and Father:

This is Sunday the 10th, Mother’s birthday. I sent a card some time ago which should have reached you by now. I shall send my greeting today by “wireless.”

Wonderful things have happened again this week. Events are rolling around so fast that we can only be amazed at the developments which are almost beyond belief. Tomorrow will tell the tale as to whether the day that the world has looked for for over four years has come or not. The papers tell us that the German envoys have arrived on this side of the lines and that their answer will be given by tomorrow morning. We are almost holding our breaths waiting for the news to come and hoping that it will bring an end to all of this waste of lives and limbs. Meanwhile the war goes on, the guns are barking as savagely as ever, the wounded are coming back and there is nothing at the front to indicate that peace is even a remote possibility. Some think that the Germans will accept the terms of the armistice and some of us are more skeptical. I am not committing myself one way or another. I am just waiting.

In my last letter I told you that we were about to move. A large part of the last week has been taken up in transferring us and our hospital to our present location. Five days before we began moving in, this place was occupied by the Germans. The ground has been plowed up by shells, the few buildings are shattered and on the hills around us the dead Americans and Germans are lying unburied. Our own little locality has been cleared off.

There are shell holes every few feet and quite a few shells that have fallen but haven’t exploded. The greatest danger around here is from hand grenades. There are hundreds of them lying around everywhere and one is liable to run onto them and kick them and find himself minus one foot. The Germans build a railroad through here and where we are seems to have been a depot but it is burned down. There were a couple of buildings around but none of them are at all usable. The men are living in “pup” tents, just big enough for two to crawl in. I have found myself a dugout which makes me a pretty comfortable home. It is dome shaped and has a stairway running down into it. Inside there is a cement floor and the walls are of heavy planks. It was probably used by the officers as a protection from shells and air raids.

We have worked very hard getting the hospital set up. We have so much equipment and after we got our tents put up it had to be hauled and stored away. We are nearly through and have a pretty good outfit set up. The town near here is all shot up and in ruins. The civilians must have retreated with the German army.

We haven’t established any mail connections yet so I don’t know when this will get away or when I will get any more mail. I will write again later. I hope the night or tomorrow morning will bring us wonderful news.

Love from

Joe

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