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Letter from Frank Williams, Renville Star Farmer, 12-12-1918

Oct. 26th, 1918

My Dear Folks;

I sure have thought of home a lot the last few weeks. Wonder how you all are at home. I am real well and never felt better in my life and today I feel extra good, as last night was the first time I had my clothing or shoes off for three weeks. Have been up in the front line trenches and it sure is a strain on the men and especially the officers. We finished our relief night before last and marched back here. in the reserves where we can write a little of what has passed. About all I can say tho is that we had a very successful time while at the front and it sure is exciting and keep on their nerves all the time. Also can say that I was out on patrol which quite an honor for new officers as they only send experienced men on patrol.

Just received 2 letters from you today and sure was glad to get them. The last one was dated Sept. 30 and it came over the quickest of any we have yet received.

Am glad your wheat turned out so good. It doesn’t cost much to live here where there isn’t a thing to buy and no clothing to buy as all we wear is our very worst on account of the mud. It rains most of the time here but we soon get used to that and don’t mind it much. Was glad to get Louis Cottle’s address and will write to him sometime and if I get any time off will go to see him. Would awfully well like to get the Star Farmer if I could. We have been busy reading papers today and it is quite a treat to get back where you can get a New York Tribune every day. They have a branch office over here.

We were all quite impressed with Wilson’s answer to Germany and think he said the right thing. Also see that you are having some big forest fires up North again. I hope they will get them stopped soon. You can send this letter to the girls and save me writing the same thing over. I haven’t written to anyone except you since I left and I think I will have a little time tomorrow to write to some of my friends. Don’t worry about me Mother as I will get thru this war all O.K. and be home before you know it as it can’t last much longer.

With all my love for you all, Lt. M. F. Williams, A.E.F. France

Editor’s Note: We do not have a photograph of M. Frank Williams.

Letter From Edward C Wallner, Olivia Times, 12-12-1918

Edward C. Wallner
September 25, 1888 – March 21, 1972

The following is a letter from E C. Wallner, written from England to his uncle, W. D. Wallner of Buffalo Lake.

Somewhere in England, October 9th, 1918

Dear Uncle William:

Undoubtedly this letter from me coming from oversea will be somewhat of a surprise as we never did much along the corresponding line. Well let that be as it may, the fact remains that I am in the writing spirit and a few words to you regarding my will being and location would not be misspent, so here goes:

I am just recovering from a serious attack of influenza, an epidemic that is spreading all over Europe, and I understand is also gaining headway in the states. I am in a base hospital near London where scores of soldiers are under the constant care of doctors and nurses. Quite a number of unfortunate victims have passed away in death here. It is a terrible disease that causes one to feel awfully ill and at times delirious. I was very sick, but as I am not what you would call a weakling physically, it takes more than influenza to put me under the ground. Upon our arrival in port I was taken ill, together with hundreds of others was taken to this point in a hospital train. They carried me to a Red Cross Ambulance on a stretcher and hurried to the hospital where I am getting good treatment.

Present indications point to an early peace, as the huns are being whipped to a frazzle daily. They are crying for peace and if they submit to President Wilson’s 14 points peace will be declared soon. You people know very little about the war “over there.” It is a common sight to see Americans with limbs and arms severed or otherwise badly wounded going about on crutches.

It would be a great pleasure for me to give you folks more of an idea of what is going on here, but as every letter sent to America by the boys here, is censored it is impossible to do so. One might write something that would give aid to the enemy in carrying on their bloody warfare against us. At present they are falling back under heavy fire and are burning villages in their retreat.

Well my supply of paper is running short so I must come to a close. Hoping that all are enjoying the very best of health and with best regards to all, I am your nephew, E. C. Wallner

Calmer Carlson Dies in France, Franklin Tribune, 12-12-1918

Of Pneumonia and Influenza

Oct. 9 Memorial Services Held Sunday Evening

Memorial services in memory of Calmer Carlson were held Sunday evening in the Ft. Ridgely and Dale church and owing to the beautiful weather the church was filled to its utmost capacity.

The church was fittingly decorated with red, white and blue streamers leading from the alter and half way toward the balcony. The altar was draped in white trimmed with evergreen and flowers. In the center of the ring was a table decorated accordingly and supporting a picture of Calmer Carlson which was surrounded by roses and carnations. Directly above the entrance to the alter hung two flags, the United States flag to the left while the service flag with 16 stars hung on the right side.

At 7:30 the strains of “Drooping Flags” memorial march by Winthrop was sounded and presently the doors in the rear of the church opened while the Home Guards were seated Miss Enger of Minneapolis sang, “Recessional” by Rudyard Kipling. Next came Devotion by Rev. Rognlie. Then came a solo by Miss Johnson of Hector, entitled “God by with our Boys To-night”. Scripture reading by Rev. Oppegaard was now in turn after which a battle hymn was sung by the congregation.

Rev. Rognlie now preached the memorial sermon choosing his text from 2nd Thim. 4. 6-8. After the sermon Miss Enger sang the old touching song, “We are Tenting T0-nigh on the Old Camp Ground”. Another song was now sung by the audience after which Miss Johnson sang, “Just Break the News to Mother”. The companies’ buglers jow approached the entrance to the alter and sounded “Tap” while the Home Guards stood at attention and the assembly remained standing until the Gold Star had been pinned by Captain Carver of Fairfax. This having been done Calmer’s obituary was read as follows:

Calmer Melchior Carlson was born March 10, 1891 and died Oct. 9, 1918 of influenza and pneumonia. He reached the age of 27 years, 6 months and 26 days. Calmer left for Camp Wadsworth, Spartansburg, S.C., July 25 last and later was transferred to France arriving there about Sept. 6. His family believe that he was sick all the time after arriving there as no word was heard from him after arriving there, while as Camp Wadsworth he wrote frequently. He was preceded in death by his father and two sisters, Sina Mathilda and Marie. He is survived by a sorrowing mother, five sisters and three brothers. The sisters are: Olga at home, Mrs. Ludvig Dahlquist, Mrs. Axel Dahlquist, Mrs. Mathew Weikle, all of Bandon; Mrs. Meiner Mork of Palmyra. The brothers are Carl and Martin both of whom are at home and Hakkon of Minneapolis.

Calmer was one of the estimable young men of the community and because of his kindness, honesty of purpose and manliness he held the deep respect of a large number of friends.

Miss Johnson of Hector now sang “The Vacant Chair”. The Lord’s Prayer and Benediction next preceeded the closing hymn by the audience. After which fitting tributes in behalf of the bereaved family and the congregation was paid by Rev. Rognlie to the Home Guards, Miss Enger and Miss Johnson for their presence, thus showing their sympathy toward the bereaved family and also helping to make the evening a very pleasant gathering.

Miss Rognlie now played “Memorial Day March” by J. L. Bottman. The Home Guards again marched out while the audience shortly followed.

Letter from Andrew Anderson, Fairfax Standard, 12-12-1918

Andrew Anderson
February 14, 1897 – December 1, 1962

Camp MacArthur, Waco, Tex, Dec. 6, 1918

Dear Bro. Leo,

Just got your letter this evening and as I have a little spare time I tho’t I would take advantage of the opportunity and answer it, because in the army we don’t always have time to do these things when we want to.

Well, we have enjoyed some fine weather these last few days. I the day time is is very warm but nights are cold like the dickens and you can imagine how warm our sleeping quarters are. We have not seen any sign of snow so far and I am very glad of it because it is bad enough here when we get rain.

There is nothing on which we can base an opinion as to when we are going home, but I have the expectation, at least, that I will be home for the Christmas reunion. This morning a battalion of enlisted men from Camp Logen came into this camp and as far as I can understand they will remain here for guard duty and relieve us. They have already started demobilizing but as this is one of the largest camps in the United States the decreasing does not show very much.

I got a large box of cake, cookies and candy from a friend the other day. It certainly is fine to get such things from our friends at home and it goes a long way towards making army life pleasant. I don’t know how I am going to manage it when I get back, because it is hard to have two girls, when they live so close together that the one can hear the exhaust when you go and see the other. Wish someone would help me out.

Will now close, with good luck to you all.

I am as ever, Corpl. And. A. Anderson

Letter from Ernest F Meyer, Bird Island Union, 12-12-1918

Oct. 27th, 1918, Somewhere in France

Dear Sister and all:

Will drop a few lines to-day to let you know that I am fine and here is hoping you folks are the very same.

Well I suppose you think it is a long time between letters, but I didn’t have much time last week, as I was up at the firing line and got back this morning for a rest. Didn’t see Otto yet since I have been here, but might run across him some day.

We are having some fine weather here now. I don’t think it is as cold here as it is there. I suppose the fall work is about all done by this time. Do you ever hear from Otto and also from Otto Nemitz or Willie Laraway I sure would like to see some of them one of these days. As I sit here and write I sure can hear the shells roar. We are quite aways away from the front lines now about seven or eight miles and are going back still farther in a day or two.

I suppose the paper is full of war dope every day. Well, I think the Huns will soon have enough, as they are getting driven back every day. Are they drafting many more men from around there now. I suppose there aren’t very many more boys around there now.

This country sure looks bad where they have been fighting. All full of shell holes and trenches.

I think I will go to the Y.M.C.A. now and get more writing paper as I intend to write about six letters today, so I will get a lot of them in return.

Well, I am glad to hear that everybody got a good crop around there this year, as that sure will help to win the war. After the war I think I will bring a German helmet with me.

Do you ever hear from Ben Erneste. I suppose he is over here some place now. Well, I don’t know of any other dope to write just now, but will write oftener now, as I like to get mail. You can write three or four to my one, but I will write as often as I can. Did you get the letter I sent with that Christmas card in it? I suppose Otto sent one of them home, too. Well sister say hello to everybody around there for me and tell them to write. I will close now with love to the whole family, I remain as ever,

Private Ernest F. Meyer, Co. B 8th machine Gun Div., A.P.P 740, A.E.F. U.S. Army

Editor’s Note: We do not have a photograph of Ernest F. Meyer.