Norwich bulletin., 1918-08-09
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 After hearing nothing for two Summer street. Laurel Hill, has just received 2 bunch of letters from her sen, Percy Morgan Chapman, 1aand Amhalanee Co. 18th Division, A. E. F., nav in France He writes under Gate of Jape e5th.
 My dear Mother and Father: Just q line or so to let you know that am well and still unlnjured. When 1 write next We expect to be in a @rest camp in new sector. received the letters yau wrote me while you was was very glad to hear from the old town in which we spent many happy years, The araat bows are new be- ginning to arrive, and they are Fa- ther WcebesOne locking lot But we will cheer them Hn. This last attack was something terrible and one of our ambulance drivers was killed The orderly was also hadty- hanged up, but my driver and in faet our entire out 1t cazne through without scratch.
 My alvisian is making a fine record, is 2 lieutenant new. hope we will mest somewhere in France. We have just had 2 fine spread last night at a French city nearby. It cost us i've francs eseh. bat it vas worth it. Such 2 change tram our regular fare. We had egg emelet French fried pota- tees. heefstsak. strawberries and cream. eSAee, bread and big pitcher of mix
 July 9th. Your kind letter of June 4th just received and I was very glad to hear from home. I ana feeling poorly today as I have what they call the three day fever aHd yeu dc sure feel bum while it lasts. ana being Gesed with Aspirin tablets. We are Rew in a seeter new to us. and the eAuntFy is very beautiful, This last 1 drive was something fierce. My am hNlARee did an awful business and we were "sll in" when it was over When we start cut in eur auto ambu- lance we are eften quite gay, but when we return with eur loads of
 WeaAded and dying men hut little is said by anyone. It is simply wild faes to get them to the base hospital as quickly as possible. The people | in the States, who are arrested for 1 speeding" have nothing on us'' to use little slang We are always speeding. The town in which we now are has been deserted by the French 1 ReePle and we are living in their
 houses, and eating fine garden truck from their garsfens. It seems too good 1 to be true. but we are really living
 in truly houses with tables and chairs, ! 2 nd sleeping on feather beds. This is l going some" after our life in the i trenches aud dugouts, When we wake in the dead of night We can hear the whirr of the aeroplanes going over 1 and corning back from the wicked Huns quarters. where they drop ali 1 sorts of bouquets
 July 18th. Your nice letter received this morning and also the birthday draft, If I live to return to the, good old U. $. A.. I shall never. never for
 get that my 23fd birthday was spent in a foreign country thousands ol miles away frem my home and amidst l wars alarms. l wished I was at home /! to have my birthday cake as usual Today is cloudy and rainy and there
 seems to be nothing doing" so I have a chance to write some letters. Las1 night there was much artillery frins
 and our house shook all night long
 I Festerday some of the French womeI l came back to their deserted home!
 and it was a pitiful sight to see then
 try and pick up their clothing ant
 household goods. You good people il
 happy peaceful prosperous America
 can hardly realize what it means t these poor French people to work ant
 save and slave to get little home and then have te leave it all at al
 hours notice. They think the Sam mics" as we are called are about right
 Of course. I am greatly interested il
 the Red Cross as I am an ambulanc
 man, and 1 am very glad you ar deep in that work We could no
 live without them. They furnish Il
 about everything that a soldier needs
 and it is all so freely offered,
 , We'll, mother dear. I must close now as I have other letters to answer These home letters and the kodal pictures and the Bulletins are wha help us boys to endure the life " ? are living over here. With lots O I love. I remain,
 , Your son,
 PEPr-Y