Somewhere in France
May 23, 1918
Dear Mother –
I suppose you have answered my other letters I sent you and hope you will write often even if I do slip up. I may not have time to write as often as I would like.
Well, we are up where the shells are dropping a little ways from us. Once in a while we have some going over our heads, and nearly every night aeroplanes drop bombs near our place where we are camped out, but we get used to it and I sleep through it about all of the time. We are attached to a British division but will get back in our own division soon. We expect to go in the line very soon, which most of us will be very glad when we get a shot at Fritzie. We play ball nearly every afternoon and the British soldiers do like to see us play. Last night our regiment band gave us a concert and the boys nearly went wild when they started playing ragtime. My address is:
Private George B. Hawley
Co. B, 307th Infantry
American Expeditionary Force
Via New York % B. E. F
By the way, did you get the two handkerchiefs I sent you for souvenirs. Well, here is another for Mayme. Those stamps you sent me are no good to me now, so am sending them back. I received a letter from Aunt Bess sent to me at Camp Upton April 16, 1918. Tell her I’ll answer it soon. How is Father? Hoping to see you soon.
Your Son
