CDPL web site


check mark Check your account | Advanced search


check mark Check your account | Advanced search
Crawfordsville District Public Library
Library medallion 205 S. Washington Street
Crawfordsville, IN 47933
765-362-2242, 765-362-7986 (fax)
Mon-Thur: 9-9 | Fri-Sat: 9-5 | Sun 1-5

World War I Letters

18 September 1917: James Harley Barton

letter letter letter envelope envelope

Camp Mills Long Island New York

Sep 18 Tues 1917

Dear Friend
Having been a long
while I saw you or talk to you
Having a little spare time, which
I thought I would write to you.
Well Clyed this army
life is some life. You can make
it a good life or a bad, if you
want to be a hobole or a bum
you can be it. But I will
take my a strait life, just
like playing pocker. A fellow
try to win one a strait.
Tell the truth about it I
don't no the game my self and
other [versions?] to it. I've seen to many
of them in the Army. I never
though I would be in the Army
myself. Just the way I use
to haw hay stacks for you an
Campbell.

I use to be a rare bird me halling
hay shocks wasn't I. Will not
talk about that so much. I will
tell you, New York some burg I
been there once since I've been
hear we are four mile from
the Ocean. I think we will be
across the pond this time next
month. I don't care myself
where I'm at any more, tell the
truth about it. Your not young
but once when you die, you long
while dead. So you might as well
die one place as another. Well Clyed
thats all for this time. Hoping to
hear from you now soon.

From your young friend
Pvt. James Harley Barton.

Address over


Camp Mills Long Island New York

Sep 18 Tues 1917

Dear Friend
Having been a long
while I saw you or talk to you.
Having a little spare time, which
I thought I would write to you.
Well, Clyde, this army
life is some life. You can make
it a good life or a bad, if you
want to be a hobo or a bum,
you can be it. But I will
take my a straight life, just
like playing poker. A fellow
tries to win one a strait.
Tell the truth about it, I
don't know the game myself and
other versions to it. I've seen too many
of them in the Army. I never
though I would be in the Army
myself. Just the way I use
to haul hay stacks for you and
Campbell.

I use to be a rare bird me hauling
hay shocks, wasn't I? Will not
talk about that so much. I will
tell you, New York is some burg. I have
been there once since I've been
here; we are four miles from
the ocean. I think we will be
across the pond this time next
month. I don't care myself
where I'm at anymore, tell the
truth about it. You're not young
but once, and when you die, you are a long
while dead. So you might as well
die in one place as another. Well Clyde,
that's all for this time. Hoping to
hear from you now soon.

From your young friend
Pvt. James Harley Barton.

Address over