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Verdun- December 8th/1918- Mother Dear- This trip may turn out to be longer than we expected. After being with this outfit for a week - there is a chance - a possibility - that we start in doing what we came to do. Since Thanksgiving day, my time has been taken up with little save eating and sleeping. Of course - that's one way to grow fat, but this business of doing nothing at all is hard on the nerves, to say the least. In the meantime, as I say, I am becoming fatter and lazier every day. There is absolutely nothing to do. We have one copy of Munsey's a year ancient - and I believe that I could recite the copy in it. Sometimes I wish that some of those persons
who scatter wild tales throughout the States of the "pernicious influences beretting our boys' foot-steps" in France were stationed here a year or two - that they might torte the vicious life we lead. Why - a rumour floated around that there was beer to found in a neighboring village. Another lieutenant and I walked eight kilometres to investigate - and found that it was all wrong; there wasn't even Pinard! Then we walked sorrowfully back again. So you can see - there is little of interest to write. The food is the most remarkable feature of my existence nowadays. Steaks and dough-nuts and cake! It's certainly wonderful. You see - this outfit was one time attached to
the Field Service for training purposes - just about a year ago, and they liked us so well that now nothing seems to be good enough for an old Field Service fellow - even if he's an officer. One more interesting bit of knowledge. Last spring - who boiled me (when it wasn't "cooties" the dear little things) it was scabies. It may be inhabitants too - but if so - you can't see 'em. None the less - they form one of the causes for insanity; I used to wake up bleeding from slumbering scratching. Alors - the reason I mention this (I say it hopefully, but trembling) is that I think I'm "getting" 'em again". The doctor thinks so too, which is sad. Have I told you that friend Lucille sent me her annual letter?
It came a few days before leaving Decize (here of course, I receive no mail). It pleased me immensely to hear from her again. She's the most regular correspondent I have; once a year - about this time - she sends me a letter a good long one, full of news. Also some snapshots - Just as good to look at (a little more so - perhaps) as always. Like everything else - writing paper is "not" up here. Therefore my note book suffers - C'est la guerre paix. Give my best Christmas wishes to my friends. I can't write them all. There's lot of time now - but the letters would read like boiler-plate. Also - thanks "Min" for her letter. It traveled a long way 'round - but finally came home. My love to all of the home folks. Ned. (Address letters to Decize of course)
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||December 8, 1918|
|Year Range from||1918|
|Year Range to||1918|
Henschel, James (Ned) Edward
World War I
Eating & drinking
American Field Service (AFS)