Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 295, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 December 1918 — EDWIN ROBINSON WRITES HOME FROM FRANCE [ARTICLE]

EDWIN ROBINSON WRITES HOME FROM FRANCE

Hq. Co., Entrance Camp, , Bordeaux Embark. Camp, ' Bordeaux, France, November 25, 1918. . Dear Folks.—Thought I’d better write a few lines to let you know what’s going on. Have been traveling around so much that I haven’t had time to get hold of anything to write on. Got a glimpse of the coast of Ireland and Scotland, and spent several days in England, and have been running around in France since. Arrived in France the same day’ the armistice was signed, so guess I didn’t start any too soon. Have enjoyed the trip fine, although we were rather up against it traveling as a casual outfit, 'but have been feeling fine, and don’t want to start home until spring anyway. Haven’t had a chance to see very much of the country yet, but will later on. The weather is fine here—much nicer than the southern states, and we have one of the best camps in France, baseball and football fields, and even have a tennis court. Are getting all we can eat, and have first class barracks with plenty of stoves. . We are just organizing the headquarters company for this- camp In a few days they should have things pretty well arranged for handling the fellows going back. There is lots of clerical work to be done, so imagine I can find' a pretty good job around here some place or other. .>•

Just rap into' Major Beyer here the day I got here. He wag in command of the Training Battalion, 151st Infantry, Camp Shelby, where I workejtj for a while before they put ns iato the 137th F. A. Also saw Scott Chesnut He is truckmaster of one of the truck companies here under Major Beyer. He is the only fellow from home I’ve seen so far. Got on the track of the 38th Division, but lost it again. Was about three weeks behind them in England, but understand they have been broken up, so haven’t any idea where the 137th is. s - Well, guess it’s about time I was going to bed. Will write when I get a chance, to let you know what’s going on. Suppose It will tickle Luella to know that some French girl ran out in the street and kiissed me as we were marching through Le Havre. Can’t say much for any I’ve seen yet, though. Tours, ED.