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Pearson, Ernest H. “Ernie”, Sardis, B.C., Class of ’19 (B.S.A.). Military Service: Bombardier, Reg. No. 339184, 68th Field Artillery. Attestation Papers.
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Undergraduate, Ernest H, 68th Field Artillery.
University of Manitoba, Archives and Special Collections, Managra, v. XI, No. 1 (Nov 1917), 9.
… and I’ll warrant the old college halls would still ring with that famed nineteen spirit not killed yet even in this old chicken.
I would like to meet you all over here, but I think if you are wise you will carry on with the growing of crops over there for, believe me, we need the eats. We don’t starve by any means, but even some of those M.A.C. dinners would go well now. I can’t forget that mixture of toast and cheese we used to get.
Now you may want to know something of life in France. To tell the truth, of late we have been doing very little except for the usual work around a camp. The different fronts seem to be all doing a little and keeping our friend Fritz on the move, but all seem to be taking it in turns. Ours may come sooner than we expect, and this time I hope it may be worth while to watch us go.
We have been very busy working on stables, which are supposed to be our winter quarters. They tell us all animals must be under cover this winter, so this means work for all. In case of a move some one else has the use of all our labours, so that is the way it is done.
I had a trip up the line last night, but it was a quiet night. Fritz does behave himself sometimes, but we never know when he is going to start something. I have had no bad scares lately worth relating. About a week ago we were hauling some dope up the line to a more advanced position than usual when something rather interesting happened. At least this was my first experience of the kind. One of the boys foolishly lit a match while three of us were talking, when Hun sniper sent a few good shots just over our heads. We moved on, of course, but bawled out the guy, and still bawl him out. Rather nice, you know, to be shot at when you can’t get back at him or even get his number.
It looks like another winter in France. War may end as quick as it stated, but it looks as if we have a few months more of it. I don’t mind how soon now they call quits, but I want to see it ended properly.
I hope college finds all well again this winter. Remember me to any interested, especially the gang. I will try to write some of them again, but somehow it seems to take me a long time to get started to write.
I think you know I am in another section from what I started out in. Now my address is 1st Section, 3rd C.D.G.C, so don’t forget to make the change if you have not made it already.
Must stop now as it is getting late. Write and let me know about your summer’s work.
Yours, as an old friend,
University of Manitoba, Archives and Special Collections, Managra, v. XI, No. 2 (Dec. 1917), 31-32.