Somewhere in France, 11/24/1918

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November 24, 1918

Dear Mother and Father:

We are still here loafing around waiting for word as to what we are going to do. We are speculating on what is to become of us. Nobody knows a thing about it. The troops are going forward every day into Germany but they haven’t reached the end of their trip yet. So far no hospitals have been sent in but several hospitals seem to know or think they know that they are to go. We haven’t had a word one way or another and there hasn’t been the slightest indication of what they intend to do with us.

We stopped taking patients a few days ago but we have still a very few who are unable to be moved. Just yesterday one boy died of typhoid. We have a half dozen or so of our own company men who are sick but I don’t think any of them are in serious shape. We have been very fortunate so far. We haven’t lost a man and have had very little sickness. I guess we were so busy taking care of other men that we didn’t have time to get sick. Now that we are not doing anything we have more men laid up than at any time before.

We have been doing a little work during the week. Nearly all of our tents are down and all of our material and supplies is packed up and we have it all down at the track, piled up ready to put on the train.

I have had some mail this week. Two letters from Mother, one from Father and one from Mr. Killeen. The Killeens are not in Cedar Rapids anymore. There was always a little friction on account of Mr. Patty and last June, Mr. Killeen resigned. They are now in Akron, Ohio where he has charge of a musical society and does some teaching as well. He says he has a very good position and is glad to get further East. Their home is in the East and Iowa seemed like the wild and wooly West to them. I know Akron is a good town. Nearly all the auto tires are made theire and there is lots of money there.

I had a letter from Mrs. McConnell (Anita Blank) too. Her husband has left for Siberia. She has a little flat on Michigan near 55th St. She is working at her old job again. I don’t know what she does with the baby. I had a letter from Miss Hartley, too. She didn’t mention receiving the card I sent her from Paris. The Killeens got theirs. There isn’t any doubt but what some of our mail is not reaching you at home. Several other men have said that all of their letters are not delivered so it seems to be general. I am getting all of your letters but not always in the order they were sent. I think the reason is that some come to France direct and others come by way of England and therefore take a week or two longer.

I told you some time ago that Sergeant Hill had been recommended for a lieutenant. He passed the examination and the papers were sent in and everything seemed to be settled. It must have gotten in a little too late for when the war finished no more promotions were made. I haven’t seen him today but I suppose he is disappointed, but I think he is just as well off. It would cost him a couple of hundred dollars for his outfit and he wouldn’t be in the Army long enough to pay for it.

We had a football game today. The sergeants played the privates. It was a tie game, neither side scored. The field was dry when we started but it began to rain and soon we were rolling around in the mud. We had lots of fun out of it and probably will play again on Thanksgiving which is only four days from now.

You will be visiting somewhere, probably at the Dykes. We all have a lot to be thankful for this year and you at home should have a happier day knowing that the men over here are not suffering as they were two weeks ago.

It seems as though Nov. 11th was two months ago instead of two weeks. The time has dragged so slowly because we haven’t been busy and because we have been waiting for word to move. Nearly all of us want to go home. Even if we go to Germany I don’t think it will be many months before all of us are back home again. Now that the fighting is over the biggest thing is out of the way and the rest will follow, but we have been more impatient the last two weeks than ever before.

This is the rainy season here and it rains constantly but from the day the armistice was signed until today we have had the finest sunshiny weather you ever saw. The days have been warm and bright and the nights have been clear with moonlight almost as bright as days. Those who know the climate say they have never known anything like it at this time of the year.

I am very glad that both of you hae escaped the influenza. There hasn’t been so much of it over here in proportion. One of our nurses had two brothers die of pneumonia almost together.

I hadn’t realized that Christmas was so near. I hope this letter reaches you by then. I wish you much happiness for that and every other day. It won’t be long before we will all be together again so don’t let my absence cast any shadow over your pleasure. I shall be thinking of home and of the many Christmases that lay before us.

Love from

Joe

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