Letter From Albert Lussenhop
Somewhere in England,
July 12, 1918
Dear sister Bertha:
I am over in England now. Cannot tell you where I am at, as I have to be careful what I write on account of the censor.
This is a queer county. Everything is different from our states. The houses here are mostly made of brick or cement, very few frame buildings. They are built very long, some are a couple hundred feet long and about a dozen families live in one house.
The streets are quite narrow, about half as wide as they are back home.
Also the railroads are very much different than ours. Engines and coaches are smaller and the coaches are made with doors on the sides and long seats for passengers.
The time here is about eight hours ahead of ours. The days are very long and the nights short. It gets dark at 10:30 at night and daylight at 3:00 in the morning. Some short nights believe me.
I am in a fine camp and have good eats. Sure had a splendid trip.
My letter won’t be very long but will write more later if I can. Do write me often and give my address to anyone who wishes to write or send me books or magazines or anything for pleasure. I will write again in a few days.
Co. A Artillery, Camp Cody,
June Automatic Replacement,
Draft A. E. F.
Letter from Harry Donlon
A letter received by Mr. Frantz from Harry Donlon says among other things:
“If I were allowed to I could tell you many new and strange adventures I have had since I came abroad the U.S.S. Alabama. I have seen Yorktown, the place where Cornwallis surrendered to Washington, also Ft. Sumpter, where the first shot was fired in the Civil War. I have been to the homes of many of the old war veterans like Jefferson and Washington. When I was stationed at Hampton Roads I visited these places.
I have seen nearly all the most important places along the coast. It is very hot here and hurricane storms are frequent. They come up quickly and it rains about twice as hard here as at home.
We have boxing and moving pictures nearly night. We wear white suits nearly all the time and they are very cool. The chow is good and sleeping in a hammock over the blue sea is very refreshing. Ed. And I are both well. Write soon.
Harry M. Donlon
Fortress Monroe, Va.
Editor’s Note: We do not have a photograph of Harry Donlon
Letter from Charles Jones
June 22, 1918
Thought I would write you a few lines to see how you all are. I am fine. I have just written Uncle John a letter. I suppose he will be surprised to hear from me. The last letter Mary wrote she stated you had not hear from me in three weeks or a month. Please do not be worrying about me as the mail has a long way to go. We expect to be in France in a short time now. So don’t worry if you don’t hear right away for I will write regularly. I often wished you could see this foreign land. It looks so beautiful especially when you are up in an aeroplane. The fields look so square and all the rivers and streams look like silver ribbons. Sometimes it seems like a dream.
This morning I was up about 5,000 feet just as the sun was rising. The rays of sunlight seemed to flash through the slight haze gathered on the earth. You could not the dark places in the valleys and bright places on rises of the earth. Well, it’s all charming anyway. Well mother, I will close for the present hoping you receive this letter O.K. Good by.
Your loving son,
Corp. Charles Jones
154 Aero Squadron, A. E. F.
London Eng., via N. Y.