Show LETTERS FROM OCR 0 R SOLDIER BOYS germany march 8 dear fattier father mother matterand Mat berand and all hear I 1 am still tit in tho the same old city and drilling most every day ay for I 1 think were bound tor for fleaven heaven for I 1 will toll tell you why our hitch in holl mille f I 1 am sitting hear a of the troubles lea I 1 let behind I 1 halo talk to put on oil paper what la is running through my mind wove dug dieg a mil lilii trenches tion ches in ili tho the hardest klud kind of so soil and a meatier meaner place thiu this side of hell I 1 know it cant bo found fauna but still there la is one consolation gathor gather closely I 1 tell ahoi wo we die were bound for or heaven for we have done of hitch bitch lit in hell weve drunk a millon ut tea while we li hungered for som soil t beans weve eat a million cans of 0 dill while we fought through our seena weve washed a million moss gearu while we prayed stew and spuds yes weve weva fought wove weve marched mar clied chea wo we ato ate slept lit in a single suit butt of duds but the number of bosche auva killed Is very liar it a r ato toll tell ut we will never meet those boi lie he again tor for wo we havo have done our hitch in hell in the drive at chateau theirry Thel rry while the shells reined thick and near wo we took a thousand prussians troops and marched them to tile the we fought oer many a weary mile with never a stop to camp ad we slept on oil spanish needles that pierced us through our and when our work lit in franco france Is done the folks back home will toll tell when they die they are aio bound tor for heaven tor for they have done there their hitch ingoll itil lell and tile the elnel taps are sounded pounded and we lay aside our care and we seo tho dratted drafted army slowly climbing the golden the angels wll will bid us and theirl harps will begin to p i and well draw a million canteen checks anu pend them every daiv and it Is then well hear st us almost with a yell koreivo seats only tor for marines tor for tauy tacy have done doile their hitch tit in hel hei one of the boys went home bodai toda sure lucky I 1 dont think we will le be home before lext fall fail and dont bod yo worry about mf preference tor for no army life tor for me I 1 only wish there was some way getting out but I 1 cant can t do nothing for it has to come from tho the other end I 1 your loving son wiley callister callaster Cal llster |