Letters From the Front

Dated: November 15, 1918

Well, the old guerre is over at last and, believe me, I am mighty glad it is. On the morning of the day the armistice was signed we were trying to catch up to Fritz and we were travelling some. Well, about 10 o'clock a.m. we met an A.P.M. and he told us the order was to cease fire at 11 a.m. Say, you talk about a war, everybody let go for all they were worth. Believe me, I will never forget the 11th of November, 1918; as we were passing the Belgian civilians, they came out and gave us eats of every description and all kinds of flowers, and when we halted they decked out our horses with flowers. Say, you should have seen my charger! The people were crazy with delight and they couldn't do enough for us. Just at present we are about 12 miles from Namur, and on our way up here we were received with the greatest hospitality; the places we stayed at over night turned out their bands and organized dances and all sorts of entertainments for us, and from what the people tell me, old Fritz is just as bad as he is painted.