Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 215, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 September 1918 — Rainbow Division Boy Writes Home From the War Zone. [ARTICLE]

Rainbow Division Boy Writes Home From the War Zone.

’Willie Potts, son of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Potts of Fair Oaks, who is a member of the Rainbow Division in France, which has perhaps seen more service than any of the other divisions in which Indiana oldiers are a part, writes to home folks: August 8, 1918. Dear Folks:—Will try and write you a few lines as this is the lirst letter I have tried to write for quite a while, perhaps you think that it is Impossible to write any more but time just flies over here and we are moving quite a bit, and so many new sights to see* daily one almost forgets home comforts. And I have become accustomed to this in such a way and have grown accustomed to the limitations and privations of this and now not miss those things . which I once regarded as essential.

Well, we are up whr e the heavy fighting has been going on and we Americans are bound to advance. We promised to wash our clothes in the river Rhine and dry them on Hindenburg’s clothes line, but it may be some time before we do this. Nevertheless we are bound to do it sooner or later and the rate we are going now it will be soon, for the allies have more artillery and tanks over here now than they have land to put them on at the present. So you see we must advance. > , Mother if you could only be here and see" some of the sights, it is amazing. With the magnificent sight, as for one instance, go in and see all the carved figure’s apostles, and I guess every other persons name that is mentioned in the bible without mentioning the gargoyles that is scattered here and there. But Fritz is doing his bit to dismantle all this as he goes running back, as close observation shows that ’ many of the parts are mlssing. This simply gives us a new determination to see this through, and we are not going to quit until most of Germany is a thing of the past and make this world safe for a man’s mother and all his relatives. Then we'll think about coming back. Yours as ever, WILLIE POTTS. The next letter I write I will try and make it a real one.