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Show A LETTER FROM FRANCE The following letter was received this week by Mr. Dobson from his son: On Active Service with the American Ameri-can Expeditionary Force, April IS. 1918. My Dear Father Well, dad, here I am in sunny France, but minus the sun today. We landed here last week, and had a nice little hike to camp, passing thru town and seeing quite a few amusing amus-ing things. Yesterday we had a nice little ride on a nice little train, and little train is right that is, the cars and engines. Certainly saw some beautiful country, very hilly and all under cultivation and beautiful at this time of the year. Stone walls and hedges are used in place of fences, and a great many of the walls are covered with ivy. Everything is green as far as one can see. The buildings all seem to be of stone or concrete, but the towns are apparently appar-ently deserted, and all you see is old men, women, and children, and they certainly greet the American soldier sol-dier with a glad hand. As we marched through the streets, in doors and windows of the buildings we could see people and hear them saying goodbye or something some-thing in French, and about a million mil-lion kids, more or less, running along the side. Dad, the good old U. S. A. hardly realizes they are in the war, and to Hooverize in the U. S. is a joke as compared to the practice of economy in this country. California seems to be well represented rep-resented here; wherever I go I run into a few. This regiment has a good bunch, and we are eating California Cali-fornia products. HAROLD T. DOBSON. 23rd Engineers, v P. O. 701, American E. F., Via New York. |