
14 November 1918
For the first time away from the front since July 5th.
In a camp, behind the lines.
Dear Mom and Dad:
Well, of all the wonderful things that could ever happen. The war is “won”. As the French say, “Fini la Guerre.” Every Frenchman we meet hollers, “Fini la Guere, Merci! Beaucoup.” It means– The war is over, thank you many times. We are sure some glad bunch. I sure will have a lot of stuff to tell you when I return. And that won’t be long. We are now way from the front for the first time. I just got rid of a bunch of cooties yesterday. I hope that they will be the last, too. The are sure the cause of one hell of a feeling.
[Letter home from 19 year old Private Walter, my granduncle. He was in the U.S. Signal Corps, stationed at the front in France. More here.]






