A narrator reads excerpts from Frederick Pence’s letter written while aboard a troop transport ship bound from the US to France in June 1918 (NPM 1984.1128.556.1-2).
On transport from Camp Merritt to somewhere in France.
Dear brother, not having heard from you for some time not expecting to for some time, thought I would break the monotony by writing you a short note this afternoon.
I just know you are wondering at the heading of this letter but you know I am on my way and that is about all I'm able to tell because of the strict censorship.
When I get over I may be able to tell you more than I am in this missive.
Well I'm enjoying the ship time and feeling fine and have been nearly all the time.
A few days ago I was a little sea sick, when many of the boys were vomiting nearby everywhere one might look.
I did not get sick, only felt a little sea sick.
But I was afraid of getting real sick like many others.
From Frederick Pence to his brother Otto Pence.