The following letter from Clarence A. Buehler tells something of his experience in France:
Dear Mother and all:
Will write you a few lines and let you know that I am well and feeling fine. I have been moving around quite a bit and am doing quite a lot of night marching and sleeping out in the rain, but, it doesn’t bother me at all any more.
Last Sunday night we walked 14 miles in three hours with only two rests, and out of 30 men there were only six besides myself who went through without quitting.
We went through a town the other night that the Germans had shot all to pieces, and saw an aeroplane fight which made us all forget to get under cover.
Will have a lot of things to tell you about when I get back, but I can’t write about them now, but if things keep going like they have for the past two weeks I don’t believe they can hold out much longer.
Your So, Pri. C.A. Buehler