Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1918-08-14
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From "Our SAM"

Pitchford to his father, s \. Pitch
ford, now Of Anderson, reached u5
last week too late for publication
among the letters from "Our Boys"
We point to this letter as 100 per
cent "American"-cheerful, thought
ful, not doubt as to ultimate re-
suits, the wliter ready for duty al
ways-always solcitous for those
back home.
A Letter to "I'ap."
Over Here-Not France, Not Eng
land-Where Then Guess! 10th
July. 1918, 8 p. N.
My Dear Old "Pap":
| wonder what you are doing to-
night--or rather this afternoon--as
it's only o'clock at home. No doubt
you are holding 1t in the Dodge and
getting as much out of life as Is pos
sible. And do you know, Id give
anything in the worl! Ccept Nelle)
to be with you this very moment.
Wouldn't we have time-and
couldn't | tell you some experiences?
I've certainly had some Of them for
the past few weeks. I'll try and re-
member the most interesting ones
and tell you all about them when
come home.
wonder If you've forgotten the
time tlong years ago now) when
you used to call me "Pardner"o |
was thinking Of it just to-day, and I
must confess it made me just tiny
bit blue, because | realize now that
I'll never be kid aeain. ard have
to trot to keep up with my "pap"
when he walks up street. OF course
I'd love to be kid again, in way;
but. on the other hand, wouldn t
for anything in TIE world. because
| wouldn't be able to help our coun
try Goods country crush the beast
ly Hun. I'm glad I'm man, (and
7 am. "pap,D because this job
we've tackled is certainly a mans
job, although we didn't fully realize
it till we got over here and in it.
Of course my pap" has always
been my ideal, and I'd rather one
| would tell me that "I'm chip oft
! the CID block" than anything know;
and when this awful war is over I'm
going to spend the rest Of my life
/ trying to make my "pap," mother
and nellie happy.
Had two letters from nellie and
one from mother--or, rather. Chas.
had the one from mother Poor old
, fellow, he went to the hospital this
morning, but don't get alarmed-it
Is nothing serious; just an attack
of "fln." Guess you've heard of it;
it's similar to la grippe. Hell be
o. k. in day or so. All the armies
have it more or less. but "Jerry's"
boys have been harder hit than any
OF us. SO much the better, eh?
I've had my first trip cup the
line and l thoroughly enjoyed It,
Plenty of sport and worlds Of ex-
citement, as you can imagine. / took
long, lonesome look across "No
Mans Land" with my glasses, and
It's the most desolate spot I've ever
seen--not a living thing IN sight
just pile after pile of wreckage, and
countless shell holes, some Of them
large enough to put house in.
Guess you've noticed the good re-
ports from our boys the past few
days. Aren't they giving 1t to Fritz?
If they keep going as they've started
the war will certainly be over before
long.
And just what are we going to do
when It's all over? Are we going
back to selling goods? You know,
| believe I could "hand 'em out"
Just as once did. Think 1t over,
won't you?
Must stop now or you'll have to
get another pair Of glasses. Aren't
your eyes sore?
Take care Of mother, and don't
let her worry over us. A heart full
Of love to all Your
"Pardner."
Charles ID. Perry
writes his parents, Mr.. and Mrs. w.
NJ. Perry, Of Salem, a brief letter,
from which it may easily be gather
ed that even the rigors of war can
not district the mind OF the average
American youth altogether from the
fair sex: