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J.E. Henschel- M.T.C. School #1- A.P.O. 772- Decize- Nievre- France- October 30th/1918- Dear Mother- To finish the letter Madame so rudely interrupted the other night - We came back from convoy and to my great embarassment ever since found that company "C" had been transferred to company "E" entire - except myself. It took me the best part of a couple of days to find what had become of them - my thirteen cherished hommes. Now that is all straightened out and I am the first mate of a crew of eighty odd - all learning
how to be non-coms. To be sure - most of them are sergeants already in all the strange ranks - (there are more varieties of sergeants than there are masonic officer - true!) and all but a few have non-com warrants of some sort of other - but that makes no difference. It's a queer war at best and all sorts of strange things happen. Everything looks a lot more sun-shiny now than the prospects last spring and summer. Yet - do you know - somehow I felt a great deal happier - personally - then about the hardest thing that came my way in the guerre was
the breaking up of the Henschel-Herndon combine. Still - that's about the way things work out - isn't it. What works in under the skin more than anything else is the fact that here I am - with a possibility of a commission in the offing - and old Ci - about three times as capable as I - is left - as we say - still "holding the sack". There's no false modesty about that neither. Don't know whether Lucile received my address or not. You - see - it's hardly time for her annual yet - and Lucile favors me usually about once every year. I fear that they've all deserted
me - even friend Marian. It's doleful - but tres tres true. No one writes except Mother. (I neglected the giddy youngster of 47 in Kansas, who has sent four letters all with "If not found - hand to another" on the envelope. How's that for consistency - when I have not acknowledged her kindness at all?) Save that I continue well and hungry (and that's not news) there is nothing to write. Have been hoping for a leave - but - ah well - c'est la guerre. My to you and Dad. Ned. Just heard that a lieutenant in my old outfit was killed - Bomb - I suppose. It's very sad.
From the service of James E. (Ned) Henschel, Co. B Reserve Mallet--French Army, American Field Service, Quartermaster Corps, General Hdgts., and Motor Transport Co. 831.
|Date||October 30, 1918|
|Year Range from||1918|
|Year Range to||1918|
Henschel, James (Ned) Edward
World War I