September 21st,
1918
Dear Mama:
After wandering all over France we have at last landed on
the front. Although this is not one of the real lively sectors, they shoot through
just the same. Last night I watched a fight with an aeroplane, and several pieces
of shrapnel fell around us.
I have been trying to find out Robert’s whereabouts ever since
I have been over here, but do not find any one that has seen his Division, and
information of that kind is very hard to get any way.
Night before last we hiked all night long through the cold
rain. We had to make about 22 miles before daylight, so we had to hurry along
regardless of the rain and mountains. It was some long, cold and wet trip, but
only one man dropped out and was left behind, that was good for that bunch of
men.
What do you think of the war news now? It still looks good
to me. We have been fortunate in getting an American paper that is printed in
Paris almost every night, and believe me we certainly enjoy it, too.
I have received one letter from you at this time, that is,
besides the ones forwarded me from Camp Upton, although I am expecting some
mail here, for we have been on the move, and all mail was sent ahead.
Tell Aunt Annie to be sure and write, for getting mail over
here is like Christmas coming to a child. The boys don’t look forward to pay
day like they do mail day, and another thing, getting a bath is just about as often
as getting a letter, and both are very scarce.
This is a very beautiful country. I did not think it was near
as pretty as England, but since I have traveled more and have seen more of
France I like France better, and the people are much better to us, and try to
help us all they can, although their help is very limited, as there are no
people at home but women, children and old men, and it is wonderful the amount
of laboring work the women do, but their method of work is so antique.
Maybe the next letter I write I will have more news to tell
you, for we will be on relief by then. Write soon.
Love to all,
Segt. Albert W. Harden
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