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Letter from Dr Harley McLaren, Hector Mirror, 12-26-1918

Dr. Harley McLaren
May 22, 1882 – July 25, 1944

France, Nov. 25, 1918, W. J. Hager and Wife,

Dear Friends:

It’s nearing Thanksgiving time and I wish I could run in and eat a leg off your Turkey on Thursday but guess I will eat hard tack and bully beef the small as usual with the bunch.

We are present in a temporary camp waiting for further orders, where we pulled in yesterday after a four days travel with the animal transport, coming from the Argonne Forest where no doubt you have read in the papers, that the 77th Div. have been for so long maneuvering under difficulties thru the valleys and over hills with an enormous list of casualties and you can’t imagine what a great relief came when hostilities ceased along the line and the amount of celebrating there was done all over France over the victory. Everyone saw it coming but did not think it was quite so near until the final collapse came all of a sudden. I was in a hospital 175 miles south of Paris the day the armistice was signed. Took sick and of course was shipped where all sick men go over here. Was in the largest hospital in the world for ten days only and while returning to my organization I stopped off a day and night in Paris and saw the sights and the best and quickest way of describing Paris is to say that it is the most wonderful city that I have ever seen, especially after spending so many months in the shelled areas. Arrived at my organization just two day before starting on this move and tomorrow we are to start on a nine day move south no one knows where.

There were rumors that this division was going home but the latest rumors rather spoil the first and now we may wind up at the Rhine, but there is one great consolation we are not wondering any more how much longer the war will last but instead we are all wondering what boat we are going to sail on and we certainly know that our time in France is limited from now on. There are a good many divisions over here that have not been under shell fire at all and we are wondering why they are not selected to make up the army of occupation instead of some of us, however we won’t complain from now on as orders are changing continually and some day before long we will get orders to sail.

Kindest regards to you both. Remember me kindly to my friends.

McLaren

Letter from Jay Leasman, Hector Mirror, 12-26-1918

Nov. 20, 1918

Dear Mother:

This is my first chance to write for some time owing to scarcity of writing material, also that we have been moving considerably. We are quartered in an old German village which was very recently occupied by German troops. We are very comfortably located, but expect to move shortly further north. Our last move we made in trucks. We were called at 2 a.m. and started about 4 a.m. arrived here late in the afternoon. This is our second day here. We have done very little here except go sight seeing and rest up. This country is covered with trenches, shell holes, barb wire entanglements dug outs, etc. There are no civilians here, in fact we have seen none for about a month, as we have been where the fighting occurred the past few months. We were in a graveyard this a.m. Saw crosses dated on 11-11-18, date of Armistice.

These towns are not ruined nearly as bad as those further south.

Things have eased up considerable lately, in fact we are having a good time, better than you think and we surely are seeing some country. People from U.S.A. will be paying big money in the near future to come over and see less than we have seen.

Here is a sample of German propaganda picked up behind the American lines near Metz, Germany:

THE BETTER PART OF VALOR

Are you a brave man or a coward!

It takes a brave man to stand up for his principles. Cowards stand behind leaders and die, imagining that by so doing they become heroes.

The motive of an act is its measure. If you think the war is hell and that you as a citizen of the United States of America have no business to be fighting in France for England you are a coward to stay with it. If you had the courage to face criticism you would get out and over the top in no time to a place where there is some likelihood that you may see home again.

What business is this war in Europe to you anyhow? You don’t want to annex anything do you? You don’t want to give up your life for the abstract thing “humanity.”

If you believe in humanity and that life is precious, save your own life and dedicate it to the service of your own country and the woman who deserves it of you.

Lots of you fellows are  …………….Your wills are  …………….judges of what is best for you to do. Do it and save your life! Germany never did any harm to you , all the newspaper tales of wrongs were printed to inflame you to the fighting pitch, they were lies, you know you can’t believe what you read in the papers.

If you stay with the outfit ten chances to one, all you will get out of it will be a tombstone in France.

I have been acting Sergeant since arriving over here and was raised to that rank Oct. 27th, received my warrant a few days ago.

Wish you all a merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.

Jay

Editor’s Note: We do not have a photograph of Jay Leasman.

Letter from Florense Grimes, Franklin Tribune, 12-25-1918

Florense Grimes
February 25, 1892 – July 17, 1968

Saumur, France, November 24, 1918

Dear Dad,

Well, dad, I’m going to open up and tell some of my experiences in the A.E.F. and the trip across Powder River. We have been given the privilege to do so. I think most of us appreciate it. I know I do. I can’t tell it all as I’m not a novelist or a newspaper man and I wouldn’t have anything to tell when I get back if I did. So here’s part of it.

We left Hoboken, N.Y., the 31st day of July and landed in Brest, France, the 12th of Aug. We left Hoboken with a convoy of nine transports and two cruisers. When we were about three days out we were met by six sub destroyers to take us to port. On the morning or the 11th about 8 o’clock a sub was sighted. It was rumored that it fired a torpedo at one of the transports. It came up near one of the destroyers and before it could submerge and get away the destroyer ran over it, dropped a depth bomb and the sub blew up. I was lucky enough to see it. There were several shots fired from the transports at what they took to be another one. About two o’clock in the afternoon of the same day several more subs were sighted. I didn’t happen to be on deck at the time so didn’t see any of them. I was down on the fourth deck below the water line when the shooting started and if the Atlantic goes dry I’ll always claim that some of the bombs that were fired that afternoon went thru the bottom of her.

We landed in Brest without a scratch. We were there about six days and moved to Reames, where we stayed about three weeks and then moved here to Camp Villibernier. We are about three miles from the town of Saumur, which is 120 miles west of St. Nazaire. Our camp is a good one compared to most of the camps I have seen. We have good barracks and lucky enough to have a hot shower bath. The camp is not large, as the men that are here are nearly all railroad men. The 31st Engineers were here about six weeks ahead of us and had started to build a railroad yard and shop. They were all railroad men so when we got here they went out on the road and we finished the shop. I went to work as engine watchman in the yard as soon as I got here. I had a chance to take exams to go firing on the road so that’s what I’m doing now. Our division is on the P. & O. between Saumur and Geviers and Saumur and St. Nazaire. There is some excitement to it with lots of hard work attached. It’s a good job to take up time and that’s what a fellow wants here now as all the talk is about going home. I son’t know when we will part for America but hope it will be tootsweet.

Sis said in her letter that now this thing is over you would feel better to know that we were all together. I can’t say anything about Henry as I haven’t heard from him since I got over here. As for me, I have ben congratulating myself on my good health for the last few days as there is a pen of fat geese out back of our kitchen and so far I haven’t found any bullet holes.

Well, Dad, I’m about out of wind. It’s nearly supper time and I need some sleep so I will call this the end. With love to all and A Merry Xmas.

Your son, Pvt. Florense T. Grimes, Co. B. 44th Reg. T. C., Amer. E. F.

Letter from Alma Kienlen, Fairfax Standard, 12-26-1918

Darling mother:

Several days have slipped by and I haven’t written any letters. Have been waiting to hear from you. Received your letter yesterday written Oct. 8th, so guess I’m getting my mail a bit more regular. Hope you receive all my mail and that the censor has not cut out half.

War news is really exciting now, patiently waiting for peace. May be tomorrow this time we will know – if not, from what we see and hear it seems to me it won’t be long. Every once in a while, someone starts and exciting peace rumor and within a few minutes it has spread throughout the camps and the cheering and yelling has everyone and everything in an uproar. It certainly is a thrilling feeling even though it is for a few minutes only and you know it is not true. But we do know that it cannot be a great way off. It is coming to remove the fear that burdens so many hearts to restore happiness to a world of sorrow. How little we realized what war really was. How little we realized the strain borne by these nations so long engaged in this war. How little we knew of the sacrifices made by the solider, (and nurses) – loss of everything, loved ones, liberty, and even possible life itself. No one can understand or will understand who has not been in it. Oh, I’m glad that I am here – and don’t mind any sacrifices on bit.

We have been very, very busy. Influenza is as bad over here as in the States. Have it fairly well under control in this camp now. Think our work will be a bit easier hereafter.

The weather remains about the same, damp and cloudy, we have an honest-to-goodness stove in our shack now, and almost makes this bare, rough room quite cozy – at any rate it renders great comfort.

The other day while returning from mass (by the way had mass out of doors but expect to have a Red Cross hut for that purpose soon) I met rather one of the boys walked up to me and called me by name. I knew him not but he told me he was a Thurmes from Fairfax. He has been in the hospital quite a while. Fred Bregel is in one of the Base Hospitals here. Haven’t been able to see him.

Mother I only wish you could see all the wonderful things the Red Cross is doing for the boys. Of course you are making the things, but if you could only see how the boys enjoy and appreciate every bit of it. I wish some slackers, or people who haven’t any time, could see, I know they would soon change. There are two Red Cross workers with each unit who take care of and distribute the things among the boys.

The other day when ordering a sweater for one of my patients I found it was made by a girl in Renville, Minn. The note was dated Jan.1917.

Am feeling fine now. Had an abscessed tooth and had to have it extracted. Old age is beginning to show.

Had a letter from Ed today. Also one from Maime. I do enjoy getting mail but I do hope they understand that I write just as often as I possibly can find time to do so. Will try and send you some of our papers.

Love, and love to all, Alma H. Kienlen, A. N. C., B. H. 56, A.P.O. 785; American Exp Forces, Via New York

Editor’s Note: We do not have a photograph of Alma Kienlen.

Letter From Carl Dahl, Fairfax Standard, 12-26-1918

Carl Dahl
January 16, 1892 – December 28, 1862

France, Nov. 13, 1918

Dear Sister:

Shall write a few lines to let you know that I am well, and the weather is fine here. Must tell you that I got three copies of the Fairfax paper in about a week now. Sure was glad to get them. You see I think more of the home paper here than I would if I were at home. The way things look now it may not be so very long before I get back home again. Should like to get home for Christmas, but I have a fine job here now; am on duty eight hours out of each twenty-four.

Well I see in your last letter that everything is O.K. back home. I suppose there are some cold morning back there now. I am sure it is cold to what it is here, and I suppose everybody is busy reading papers these days.

Well it surely has been a big day for some of the people over here.

I will take a little nap, so must close, Write and tell me how everything is. With greeting to you and the folks, I am, Cpl. Carl L. Dahl