Letter from Thad
Sharpe
April 2, 1919
Dear Mother:
Will say a few words to let you hear from me. I received six
letters today. Was glad to know you all were well at the time you wrote and
hope you are now. I am feeling good all the time, and eating hearty every day.
I am o.k. and I trust youi prayers may be answered, in order that I may have
good health and a safe return to the good old U.S.A., “the garden spot of the
world.” I am trying to not worry over going home. Of course I want to go, and
if I had a million dollars I would give it to go rather than stay in France a
month longer. But I’m not losing any sleep about it. Why? Because I know I
can’t go until Uncle Sam says for me to go. So why should I worry after being
in the service nearly two years. Well, one can’t be a good soldier if he is
going to worry over home affairs. Not a moment passes that I do not think of
home. But know I can’t go until Uncle Sam says the word. I just sing that old
army song, “What’s the use of worrying? It never was worth while, So pack up
your troubles in your old kit bag, and smile, smile, smile!”
Well, Mama, you can’t imagine how sorry it made me feel to
hear of Frank Gardner’s death. I feel so sorry for the family. I know it went
hard with them all. You said he was only sick about a week. It must have been a
very severe case. I just can’t tell you the kind of friendship that always (word
obscured) between frank and myself. I don’t know what made it, but seems like
for the last month or more I had thought of Frank every day and I thought I
would write to him. Seems like he was on my mind all the time. I know the
family feels that they will never get over the death of one so devoted to the
pleasure of the family. But as you say, God has the power to help them in time
of need and surely He will do so. May His richest blessings come upon the sad
and bereaved ones who knew and loved him most. Each day of my life I try to ask
God to spare my life and give me a safe return to home and loved ones, and I
believe He will. Though if I should be called away and could never see my
people and home again I am sure you all would be blessed. So don’t worry about
me.
I think my health is better than it has ever been before, and I’m taking
everything in the easiest way possible. Am hoping to be home “toot sweet” as
the French say when they mean “right quick.” I must close for this time.
Don’t forget to write me often.
Your loving son,
Thad Sharpe
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