TO: Mrs. Florence Littlefield 2528 Madison Ave. Ogden, Utah U.S.A. FROM: E.A. Littlefield SSU 64R Par BCM Paris France. June 9, 1918 Mother Mine: Your letter of May 17th and Dutch’s letter of May 8 came yesterday and I believe the Angel you and Wattis prayed about was on the job. The Boche on the morning of the 27 at 1:00 am blew me out of bed with a 77 shell placed just outside of our house. I had been sick with a cold and fever for about five days and as we had received the alert, I put on my clothes and got back in bed where I had been for two days. The boys who were closest to where the shell broke were either on duty at post or on permission, else they would have all been killed. Where my head had been in bed was one big building stone. The concussion was terrible. I just seemed to be driven together, just as if I had had a big weight driven on to me. My ear drums seemed to be broken it was at least fifteen minutes before I could hear a thing. Adams, the man across from me was wounded in three places. Well we all got into a cellar under the house and spent the rest of the night with our gas masks off and on. When it was light enough we got our trucks and cars, loaded the baggage, the shells still coming in a plenty. Two men from post #4 came in their cars having been blown up and set on fire. Fell back to the next town under a hail of shell and machine gun fire. Two men from post #1 showed up, cars lost to Fritz. Post two and three where we had four men are missing. One man from post #4 had another car hit by a bomb here and was badly wounded. I was so weak I could hardly keep the car I was driving on the road. Lost 9 cars altogether. Fell back to another town where I went to bed again. Moved again the next morning and so on until we are now out and safe. I find myself quite nervous, shaky when I write but think that is wearing off. Feel pretty lucky as the Somme was quiet to this last adventure. Am well and have great faith in the final outcome which I look for soon. Will write Theron, so that he will have some mail quick. Close now Mother Mine and am as ever Your son, Ted (Censored by George K. Brad 1st Lieut. U.S.A.A.S.)
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