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Private J.E. Henschel. Provisional Co. "A." American Mission. M.T.D., A.E.F., Convois Autos. Par B.C.M. France. June 14th 1918. Dearest Mother- All of the regular work is over - the hot coffee and cold meals ready in case of a convoy leaving and a hot meal ready for the convoy which will return in a few hours - and as there will be no time tonight for sleeping, there is time for a letter home. Tonight I balanced the company books and completed inventory for the last time for early tomorrow morning (that is, this morning) several others and I leave for the school of which I have already written to you. In a way I rather hate to do so - for it means being away from the greater part of the boys with whom I have been since coming to France. Especially Coburn; I wish he were going too. He had the chance to do so but as you probably know - he is pretty well "fed up" with the transport and has been trying for some time to change from motors to guns and wants to wait a bit longer for a transfer. None the less - I wish that he were going along tomorrow. If everything goes right and I manage to pass the course creditably (which is by no means a certainty) the future "program of events" will be about like this; after a couple fo months here - a return to company "A" as a private, since the warrant has not arrived as yet, a few months
service as guard, or perhaps as an extra convoy sergeant. Then finally, if I am lucky, I may get a convoy. At best, a good many months of waiting and a great deal of uncertainty. This is based upon the experience of others who have graduated from this same school. Still it will all be very much worth while, even if as it is quite possible - nothing material ever comes of it. But their is talking to much in the future and of course is only guess. So much has happened in the past several weeks, and so rapidly that one hardly knows where to begin. I have sent you a few letters - not as many as I should, I fear - and when too busy to write letters, and when it was impossible to write, I sent those abominable field post-cards to let you know that everything was all right. There is discomfort in even pleasant knowledge. Of course Seth told you on his return where we were located and I was glad to think that you knew, but now I am afraid that this information may have become a source of worry to you. It's too bad, for moving around as we have been, it is very possible that even such cards as were able to send may have gone astray. I know of one bunch of mail that did, but that is merely the guerre. Had better call it quits for this time, for I am falling to sleep over it. My love to all of the kiddies, but especially to you and Dad. The "kiddies" are probably pretty big now. Will write again as soon as possible. Ned. (Didn't get to mail this until now. Sorry).
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.
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Henschel, James (Ned) Edward
World War I