"It seems I told you a little too soon that you should stop writing to me, for I have received no mail for a week, but I’ll leave France soon so I did not miss it far. However I will be lonesome without any mail." Continue Reading...
Food
Letter to Mother
"Well there is no news today but the sun is shining and I feel more like my self. Just think in 1918 there were only 33 days of no rain out of 365 and they call it 'sunny France.'" Continue Reading...
Robert, Immortalized
Throughout this whole project, with all of Robert’s ups and downs, there was one pair of diary entries that really stuck with me. Continue reading...
Letter to Dad
"I have managed to sleep warm. I have an old iron bed and two bed ticks on it, with five blankets to cover with. They are issuing wood again so we can have a fire." Continue reading...
Letter to Mother
"The Red Cross issued us sweaters yesterday. I got a pretty good one, but of course I would rather have had the one that Ruth made." Continue reading...
Red Horse and Cabbage
“Nothing to do but eat and rest." Continue reading...
Last Day at Camp Marquette
"The men realized that at last they were to meet the acid test. Everywhere men could be seen reading over old letters from their sweethearts, mothers and wives. They wrote letters home, many being left in the Regimental Post office to be mailed only in case they did not return." Continue reading...
Letter to Ruth
"I had the pleasure of over a month of French life and could not even get wounded." Continue reading...
Letter to Ruth
"We are now camped in a very beautiful little valley. There is a little stream at the bottom where I swim nearly every evening." Continue reading...
Baking-Powder Biscuits
"Bkg. Pwd. Biscuits for supper tonight.” Continue reading...