When I got him on the path I realized where the smoke was coming from and got rid of it. A smoke grenade (signal) he had on his shoulder harness had been detonated by the artillery. When the smoke cleared, I looked at him. He was still talking. The grenade had burned his back, and the artillery had hit him in the face, chest, and took big hunks out of the upper part of his leg and cut his foot off ... The medics fixed everybody up as best they could. Two died later, I guess the rest will be okay. -Sgt George R. Basset
Mom,
It feels so good to be back at camp, but I don't think we'll be here long. I think we might be going out as a company. However, I'm determined to make the most of it, beginning with enjoying your latest package as much as I can. I also received your letters and one from Uncle Jacob. It took me a while to read through them all. After this, I plan on writing to Bernie. I think I know why he got himself into another fight, but I"m not sure. If I am right, then again I think I will keep his silence. Although, I do side with Bernie and Uncle Jacob as to the matter of Bernie watching the news. He's old enough I think. And besides, he has a right to see what it's like over here. He has a right to see what our government is doing. By now I know you've had dinner with David's family. How was it? Did you have fun? I hope so. I miss having dinner at home with you and Bernie. Any meal really. And your cooking is certainly better than what we eat over here. Too bad you weren't our cook. No one would leave the mess tent. I haven't received a letter from the class yet, but when I do I'l be sure to reply and tell you as well. I don't remember how many papers I've gotten, but I do enjoy them. News sure is different than anything we hear over here around camp. It's good to hear about home.
I love you. Don't worry. I'm safe.
Your loving son,
John