Mrs. G.H. Lockard
Scottdale, Pa

Camp Hancock, Ga.
April 24, 1918

 
Goodbye Ben! Good luck. Tell the war-bride to keep the upper lip stiff! Smile, smile, smile.


Dear Mother: -
Still in the South and it is beginning to warm up right now. The nights are beautiful and the morning light is just as bright as can be. So are the boys. They are getting bold on the eve. of their departure and sing all the songs that these people don't like and even the bands are playing "Marching Through Georgia”! Might as well because you can't please these southerners "no how." They don't like a Yank and they show it. We had quite a blowout in the Hdq. Co. at mess time. It was in the nature of a farewell dinner. Was some feed at that, of course one like it at home and you wouldn't notice it but when you have pork chops, mashed potatoes, peas, cucumbers, onions, hot biscuits, apple pie and ice cream here, it's an event. Then we had the regimental band to play and two fellows to sing while we ate. I am entered upon my new work and like it a lot. Go to school now and am learning telegraphy, signal codes, map drawing and a lot more. I am attached to one Leut. and he is my only boss. Don't know how I fell in. Never has been my luck previously to stumble into a soft snap. On the other side tho, a great deal of responsible matter will rest on what this section can produce. I am going to send the tea and sugar home because I can't find room to carry it. You shouldn't worry about me getting the fever because that is why we were shot in the arm. It is a nasty thing for some but do you remember when the boys camped here in' 98, more died from fever than were killed in the war. There are ten times as many men here now and not a case of fever. Wonderful discovery I should say. It's hard to part with my "tay” but I don't have room and then again I don't have time to make it. They don't drink coffee on the other side so I'll get it over there. If I don't I can do without. We are encumbered with clothes. Overcoats, suits, underwear, etc. We were issued a safety razor, toothbrush, paste, comb, brush and everything we need & already have so you can see we are under some load. I am still feeling fine and with all my love to "all youse" I must close.
 

 

Your Loving Son.

 

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