Tuesday, November 5, 1918

 

Harold and his shipmates are sleeping on the roof of a warehouse, while their ship is being fumigated. He tells his mother the last letter he wrote is still probably on board the ship, since their mailman has also been stricken with the Flu.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nov 5, 1918 1 P.M.

On the roof of a Warehouse

near the Sub Base

My Darling Mother: -

 Well this morning we carried one of the fellows out of his bunk on a stretcher and put him in one of the boats and the launch took us in to the dock, another fellow and I carried him over to the Isolation camp and then we went back to the ship to find that three more were taken down sick.

 We made all the ports and hatches on the main deck air tight and at 11:30 am all of us came over in the launch and the Doctor fumigated the whole ship. We are now up on top of one of warehouses near the Sub Base, we had a good dinner here at 12:30 P.M. There is tents up here to sleep in and I think we will sleep up here and go back to the ship in the morning, we sure did abandon ship to day. Just like going on a picnic.

 I wrote to you last night and put it in the mail box on board and last night our mailman was brought over here with the Flu so I guess your letter is still on board but I will try and get this one to you.

 I don’t know what we will do for men as they come back very slow, five go over with the Flu and two come back after staying here for a week or ten days, some have been here sick ever since we pulled in here.

 I am out of tobacco and stamps, using my last three stamps on this letter and no chance to get any more.

 I need a shave bad but all my junk is on board.

 I am sitting here in the sun and it is like a roof garden only we have no beer or music.

 Well mother I don’t want you to worry about me as I am still feeling fine and the only kick I have to make is that I can’t get home but it won’t be this way more than ten days more at least I hope now.

 I sure was glad to get the two books from Grandmother as they are fine.

 We just went below and got an iron cot so I guess I’ll sleep in a tent to-night on a sanitary cot, that won’t be half bad.

 Oh it’s one damn thing after another but I don’t mind little troubles now as we get used to it.

 Let me know in your next letter how Gertie is getting along.

 We sure are having a picnic up here, first came the cot then the mattress and now I just got two new blankets so I have my bed all made up, of course we don’t use pillows as we use our clothes for that.

 I have to laugh at what’s left of our once happy family but we will all get together again some day.

 The ship sure is “May wise” now.

 Don’t forget to send stamps as this is my last three and I want to send you a line every night even if there isn’t much news.

 It sure will be fine sleeping to-night on a brand new cot mattress and blankets.

 Well Mother I think I’ll write a letter to sis and try to bum a stamp as she always wants a funny letter and this sure is funny if you could only see us.

 Give my love to the Lindsleys, Upton, Dennis family, and how is Mrs. Dennis getting along with her cold, I hope she is alright by now?

 Give my Love and best regards to Grandmother and Gertie, tell them to write and I’ll answer just as soon as I can steal a stamp.

 Well Mother dear I can’t end up with Oceans Love to-night so I guess it will have to be “a Warehouse full of Love and Kisses,” with gobs running around loos on the roof garden minus the garden.

 Write soon

with Love to my

darling Mother,

Harold Lampshire

 

 

 

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