France – Oct. 2, 1917
Dear Dad:-
I hope this plan meets with your approval, Dad, and am sure it will when you know conditions as we know them on this side. I expect to have a permission [leave] of a week or so in a few days which will be the last one I will get for a year. Coming home for a visit is quite out of the question.
Don Smith, Fred Wheeler, Rus Stair, Henry Kingman and the two Jacob boys, whom I have played around with more than other, are undecided as to what they will do. I think most of them will return to the States and take a chance on getting what they want. I’m not enough of a gambler for that.
What my address will be I don’t know. Continue sending my mail as previously until notified to the contrary. I have received none of the packages you sent me outside of newspapers. The pajamas never came, much to my regret. Your money has been very ample. I still have your last shipment of 500 francs untouched. After one becomes accustomed to the food over here there is little need for his spending money except for souvenirs of various kinds. It is quite a favorite stunt to have the various trophies of war made up into some useful article by the poilus, some of whom are ex-jewelers and very clever. For a small sum they do very nice work. I had a couple of vases made out of two brass shells which I picked up at Verdun. They are quite pretty. Another stunt is having aluminum rings made with a Boche button for a seal. I hope I may get some of these things home to you.
It doesn’t seem possible to me that this war can hang on much longer. I predict that a year from now will see peace once more. I don’t imagine I know as much about recent current topics as you do in the States. We hear very little out here. But it doesn’t seem possible that Russia’s present trouble can continue long without a decided move on the part of Japan. With America, England, France and Russia or Japan and Italy all fighting together after a severe winter which is bound to be harder on Germany than any of the other countries I can’t see how they are going to face another spring drive. They are too weak to launch an effective drive themselves even now. While the Americans won’t be worth much at first it won’t be long before they will be as good as the Canadians and everybody knows over here that the Canadian troops are as much feared by the Boche as any troops.
The American troops on this side are very busy but I do wish they were training on a quiet front in actual trenches instead of so far behind the lines. It would be much better for them and much better for the French troops who are beginning to get impatient. The Frenchman thinks that 3 mos. is enough to train any man to be a soldier not realizing that we hadn’t even a foundation on which to start, and seeing so many Americans on this side for so long naturally makes them wonder whether we are over here just for fun or to fight.
I am writing this letter in the front seat of my car at one of our posts. Things are very quiet here today. We have been here now for 18 hours and haven’t yet received a wounded man. The country around here is beautiful, particularly now that the trees have started to turn. It is very hilly and the hills are very heavily wooded with hard woods – mostly maple. It’s a pleasure to come up here on duty because it is so beautiful. I imagine I am home on some kind of a camping party where holes in the ground take the place of tents and the banging of batteries the blasting in some nearby iron mine. It takes a pretty good imagination sometimes but last night it worked so well that I dreamed all night of home. Everything was so real that it took me several seconds to realize that I was still in France when I woke up. Everything was just as I had left it. You all looked and acted the same. Rev. Castles was also there because there’s a little French brancardier out here who reminds me of Mr. Castles.
I hope you will not disapprove of my decision. I acted in the best way I knew. I wish that Dorothy were over here so that I could see her on my permissions.
Much love,Grant.
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