Letter from Squire T. Whittaker

Montior, France December 1, 1918 Dear Mother and Family, Will write you a few lines as this is Sunday night and it is raining and I can’t go to town, for the mud is awful here. It has been raining here for a week and we are in tents, and you know that is not like concrete. Guess you are having some cold days there by this time. I think I will be at home in a short while and I will be glad of it for I can’t talk to these people here and you know what kind of a time we have with them. You were asking if I had been in the trenches yet. I don’t think I have and I hope that the war is over so I won’t for they say it is very muddy up there, that is all I mind. I have not been very close yet but we have been in a lot of different places and some of them are fine places and some that are not so grand. Someone said that Uncle Lige was dead. I think that all of the old people are dying, every time I hear from there someone has died, that is more than we have over here. I guess a lot of the boys are at home by this time. I think that the ones to come home are the ones over here. I did aim to go to see Millard Carter today but did not get off, but am going in a few days if I stay here. The last time I saw the Yeakey boy was in England and I don’t know where he went but someone said he was at the front. I hope he did go for he wanted to go so bad. That was all of his talk. Well I will close for this time, hope to see you soon. Give my love to all. Squire T. Whittaker Headquarters Co., 309 Engineers, A. P. O. 701, American Ex. Forces Posted in The Central Record, January 30, 1919