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Private J.E. Henschel American Mission- Motor Transport- A.E.F. Reserve Mallet. France- February 11/1918- Dear Mother and Dad- Two letters from home came yesterday morning - and a few copies of the Star. I have fully recovered from the effects of a misplaced camion - have been back in the barracks since the sixth in fact. Since then - as further proof that I am again marked "Duty" - I have driven on two convoys, pounded rock one whole day, have been on numerous fatigue details, indulged in the delights of kitchen police, and give Dynamite the second a thorough bath with water and gasoline. Since then (this time, the infirmary visit) she had been driven a lot, and certainly needed one badly.
What is the proper thing to say one the Junior Warden - or to him? "Congratulaions - Dad. Great Stuff; I always knew you had it in you." Seriously - I'm awfully glad to hear of your election, and feel quite "stuck up". The [ms illegible: 1 wd] things that's happened in the lodge for the good of the lodge in the almost-a-year of my membership. There couldn't have been a better choice. The pictures came through all right - as did that of both of you some time ago. Do you remember the little "photo-memory" book that came to me in a Christmas box from home? It is in use now holding the Kodak prints that come in your letters - so you must not stop sending them. Nothing is more welcome - except the letters themselves.
We are not permitted to photograph anything of course, and cannot even send our own likeness through the mail. Hence I can not recipricate - not even with the Biarritz snapshots. Notice that Mother's letter of January second is numbered one - to start the New Year - and that her one of the eighth - also is most decisively minus a numeral." Like mother, like son" - but I lasted until about eleven or twelve. The last two days have been so beautiful that it's a delight just to be alive. Crispy - a sort of chilly-warm - just like one of our early spring days at home. Why even working greasy pan and picking spuds all-day yester-
day was pleasant. I have been enjoying my self immensely. "Five minutes more for light" - A hateful sound. So I must close this in a hurry. ("Bob" Clark asks if I am writing a love-letter - as I am using his shelf. He calmed down when I assured him it was - and told him to whom - of course it is). Ned.
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||February 11, 1918|
|Year Range from||1918|
|Year Range to||1918|
Henschel, James (Ned) Edward
World War I