France, November 30, 1918.

In this letter, his first to Stella after the armistice, Roy is exuberant, though still not optimistic about being sent home soon. As the letter goes on it becomes sober in tone; Roy begins with several positive effects of the armistice but also reveals one sad but common result of the inconstant mail service and distance from home. While he now knows where his brother is and can be more open with Stella about his experiences and his hopes to return home, he has also learned that his friend's father has been buried for a month, and though his friend's family tried to reach him it was evident from his lack of response that he had no idea his father had died.

My Dear Friend:

Well! how is Johnstown taking the peace situation by this time? I suppose the boys are beginning to return home by this time, are they not? According to the little bit of news we get here, they are mustering out the men over there very fast and are beginning to return some men from France and England. We are also hearing that the Air Service will be among the first to return, but some Squadrons will be sent on into Germany and we do not know which we will move.

We are expecting to leave this place soon and are hoping to move toward the coast. Personally I feel that I shall be lucky to get home by Easter. The censorship is not quite so rigid now, though not yet lifted, so I will tell you where we now are. We are at Bar-Le-Duc, in northwestern France. Not so many miles from Verdun, of which I suppose you have read quite a bit.

I haven't a doubt but that the folks at home are feeling very good over the end of the war, but they cannot feel any better over it than the French people who have had over four years of it and had it right at home, too.

We had quite a nice Thanksgiving dinner, even if we were in the A.E.F. I think the cooks overdid themselves that day. We had: Beefsteak and onions dressing, peas, mashed potatoes, cucumber pickles, bread, biscuits, tapioca pudding, jam tarts, syrup, butter, nuts, cigars, cigarettes, and champagne. Cocoa too. Some dinner, wasn't it? I'll say it was. And we surely did enjoy it. I am afraid it spoiled some of us as, after such a meal, it was hard for us to go back to old rations again.

I suppose you will soon be having snow over there. As usual we are having rain here. We did have a week or more of nice weather the first part of this month but are now wading mud again. And it is cold, too, very disagreeable weather.

How is the Flu Epidemic over there? I hope you have and will escape it. I know what it is like and it surely is no pleasant thing to have. I had it several weeks after we came over and though not bad, I had more of it than I cared for. Since I wrote you last I have heard from my brother over here. We have been looking for each other but neither of us could tell the other where we were but in his last letter he told me he was down near Bordeaux, so you see we are quite a distance apart.

My French is not progressing fast as I should like it to, but as long as I can use my hands I can do fairly well, Ha, Ha! You see we are too busy to learn much French. It used to be, we were working to end the war, but now we are working to get back home.

I do not know if I ever told you or not but I will tell you now about three of us boys from Claysburg enlisting together. We enlisted December 8 1917. Almost a year ago, and hoped to stick together, but were separated in Columbus, Ohio, shortly after arriving there. One of the boys I have not heard from since. The other went to Kelly Field Texas and while there wrote me several times. He is now over here, having arrived a week or two before I did. One old friend whom I met here at Behonne had seen him and gave me his address. I have written him three or four times since but have never received any reply. This evening I had a letter from his sister giving me his last address and saying they get his mail but he says he gets nothing from them. So you see the mails over here are somewhat mixed up, or something. I am going to write him again and hope to reach him this time. His sister says they buried their father October 29th and I suppose he knows nothing of it.

I think I told you in my last letter of the celebrations over the signing of the armistice. Of many other things I think I could tell you better at close range, and I hope the opportunity to do so will soon come. Anyway I'll close for this time.

Most Sincerely,
Roy D.

November 11, 1918

There is not another letter to post until November 30th, yet I thought I should post a little something today--Armistice Day. "At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month" of 1918, hostilities ceased on the western front. Roy J. Diehl had only been overseas for a few months and had seen no action due to America's late entrance into the war. It must have been a joyous yet anticlimactic moment for American soldiers who hadn't made it to the front yet, but although they may not have taken part in the majority of the fighting, they did play a role in maintaining order following the peace agreement. They also had the opportunity to travel, which Roy J. Diehl took advantage of. You'll read his descriptions of the French Riviera in later letters.

Some things I did not learn in high school history (this could fill an entire book, but I'm keeping it specific to US and British involvement in WWI):

- the US tried very hard not to become involved in the war, instead attempting to mediate between opposing sides, and when congress at last declared war the move was rather unpopular. In fact, US involvement in the war was seen as a mistake by the majority of US citizens until Hitler's rise to power, when attitudes changed.

-WWI aided suffragettes in their cause. When women were needed to perform the duties of men away at war, governing bodies no longer had any semblance of a leg to stand on when it came to denying women the right to vote. Britain granted women the vote in 1918; the US was woefully behind and didn't grant it until 1920. For an amazing account of the struggle for voting rights and the bravery of women serving as nurses during the war, read Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain.

These are interesting tidbits to consider on a day meant to honor veterans, who were/are not always respected, and whose ranks included those women who fought for the vote and kept their composure in the face of injuries never seen before.

Somewhere in France, November 1, 1918

While this letter is longer than many of the previous letters, it doesn't contain wildly exciting details about life in the barracks close to the front. Instead, Roy talks about home and the entertainment he's been enjoying thanks to the "Y." He no longer seems excited to be in France but rather wishes he were at home to see autumn and is optimistic about being able to go home soon.


My Dear Friend:


Your very welcome letter of September 30th was just received and I want to say that it found me quite well and very busy. I suppose the weather over there is real autumn like. Here, I do not know what to call it but it is cool nights and mornings and rains every day, it seems. And they say we can expect wet weather for several months more. For my part I do not care for the rain. I would much rather see cold weather.

What do you think of the peace outlook? Looks very good, does it not? I think you need not worry about Howard's enlisting for you know General Pershing said some time ago, Heaven, Hell or Hoboken by Christmas! for us. Pardon the expression but I feel that he almost knew what he was talking about.

How did you and Professor Nysum make out? I hope he did not take your girls away from you? I do not blame you a bit for not wanting to make the change from the girls to boys. I always did like the girls. Ha, Ha!

I sure would like to have been around the Sunday your brother prom to take you out for chestnuts. I would have offered my services, at least. And I am good at climbing trees, too. Sunday, of course, is not a proper day for going chestnut hunting but I am quite used to Sunday working. Haven't missed a Sunday since I arrived in France. But if I ever get back to the States I am going to take a vacation. Every day will be Sunday for a while. Ha, Ha!

I am going to enclose a couple souvenirs which I hope you receive. Neither one amounts to anything, but they will have come from France, anyway. I have had two letters from my brother over here and am expecting another now. I do not know where he is nor does he know just where I am but we write anyway.

I told you about the air raid we had, did I not? We have had none since that night, but did have one alarm which must have been a false one. There may have been some Boches up but nothing was dropped.

Several of the boys are giving us a little music, playing a mandolin and a guitar. It sounds real good, too. It is not often we have music of any kind. Since we have been here at this place though we have had several good short shows. Given by the Y' entertainment committee. They were held in one of the Aeroplane Hangars. Margaret Mayo and Elizabeth Brice and several others were the attraction one night. They got hold of an old piano somewhere and it was a real show. For a stage they used an auto trailer and they used a big truck which had a big body on it. So you see it was some show but it was good. When I was in the states it was hard for me to write letters, for it seemed there was nothing to write but I thought that when I got over here there would be lots to write about but I find little difference. Of what I am seeing I can talk better at short range, see? And I am hoping that time is not more than six or eight months distant. I'll close for this time

As always Most sincerely,

Roy D
Sgt Roy J Diehl 281st Aero Squadron Amer Ex Forces France

Somewhere in France October 15, 1918.

This letter provides a lot of information about a soldier's life and displays many conventions common to WWI letters. Roy mentions that he can't find out where his brother is due to restrictions on what they can say in their letters. He isn't seeing much action--only the "effects," which he won't or cannot describe, but he is experiencing the extraordinary amount of mud soldiers had to deal with throughout the war. It is unclear whether he's softening his descriptions for Stella's sake or for the censor's--probably a combination of both.

My Dear Friend:

I think I started my last letter 'Somewhere in France' so I should have started this one 'Somewhere else in France,' as I have moved since then, but we are now located and are all very busy instead of loafing around as we did for a while, and believe me the time passes much quicker when one has something to do.

I received your letter of September 3rd a few days ago so you see it takes quite a long time for our mail to reach us. I have not yet received any word from home, but had a letter two days ago from a brother of mine who is also over here. He could not tell me just where he is nor can I tell him where I am but I am hoping that I may be lucky enough to meet him.

I met an old friend with whom I worked at Claysburg several days ago. He and I enlisted and left at the same time, and maybe we were not glad to see each other. We spent several evenings together talking things over both past and future. He says he intends to stay over here for a while after the war, but I do not like it quite as well as that. Some of the boys are figuring on being home in a few months but I have an idea we will be doing well to be home for July 4th '19.

We are located in the Zone of Advance but are not close enough to see much of the real thing, only some of the effects. Of course, we can hear quite a bit and see some of the fireworks at night but that is about all. In my driving I sometimes see the effects of shell fire or aerial bombs but that is about all.

I think this is the worst place for rain that I ever saw. It rains almost every day and talk about mud! It's fierce and no sidewalks about camp either. One thing I must say about France. They have good roads. We built our Camp and barracks ourselves. Built the barracks out in a field so we get the benefit of the mud. There surely is no use saving it. It's plenty.

We haven't any 'Y' nearer than about a mile so we usually spend our evenings lying about our barracks writing letters or sometimes playing cards. Then too, we have some great arguments once in a while. Mostly about the war or the states or home cities. Each fellow, you know, stands up for his home state or town and so it goes. Souvenir hunting, too, is quite popular. I am now writing on a board that one of the boys got out of a Boche airship that was brought down and hauled in here. Several weeks ago there was one Huns came flying across here and they opened fire on him with anti air craft guns and chased him back home.

Was sorry to hear of Elizabeth's illness and hope she is quite well again. Poor Mrs Shaffer has had her share of ill luck. The jolly bunch she had about her last summer is all broken up. The young men in the states may be getting scarce but I think before another year there will be many happy reunions over there. You should worry about what Mr Nycum said. I haven't a doubt but what many boys will come home in a new manhood but not in the way Mr Nycum thinks, perhaps. Though I have not the least doubt but what there will be quite a few less lady school-teachers, see? Ha, Ha! Miss Felix was right and the women deserve a good share of the credit for those very ideas of which you spoke.

I must write my brother tonight, too so I had better close. But don't you worry about that scribbling of which you spoke. I like to decipher such scribbling and the longer the better.
With best regards,

Most sincerely,
Roy D.
Sgt. Roy J. Diehl 281st Aero Squadron Amer Ex Forces France #764480

Snapshot

Roy's next letter to Stella is not until early October, and while I am confident that my readers could figure out on their own that this large space between letters is due in part to the great distance between France and the United States (made greater by slower means of transportation and lack of e-mail), I thought I'd supply a bit of additional information about what was happening at this time in 1918 to Roy and to the Western World.

On September 3rd, the 281st aero squadron left the Pontanazen barracks (where they marched from Brest) and boarded a train for St. Maixent, where they arrived on September 4th. Unfortunately for the men, they arrived in the Port of Brest during or shortly after one of the worst outbreaks of Spanish Influenza, and when they arrived in St. Maixent roughly 40 of the men were ill with it, including, if we can believe his later letters, Roy Diehl. Between September 4th and 16th, the 281st stayed in St. Maixent, and when they boarded the train for Colombey-les-Belles, they left 15 sick men behind.

The Spanish Flu, a strain of H1N1 (familiar?), is largely forgotten, although it killed more people than the Great War itself did. It could be that the Great War has overshadowed the Spanish Flu as a greater event in history, but no doubt restricted media coverage of the illness due to the war as well as the brief (albeit intense) run of the disease between 1917 and 1918 contributed to its fading from human memory.

The Spanish Flu was an unusual pandemic in that it tended to be most dangerous for the hale and hearty, causing strong immune systems to react violently and kill the bodies they were trying to save. Thus, the young men heading off to war were often victims of the illness. Despite its name, the virus did not originate in Spain; Spain merely had few media restrictions, and therefore covered the virus in its newspapers etc. where other countries involved in the war did not. The virus is thought to have originated in the American midwest, though there were theories that it came from the Far East as well.

So, at this time in 1918, Roy and his squadron were traveling to their appointed location, and the Spanish Flu made a terrific comeback among the enlisted men while the Great War continued.

France August 29, 1918

This is Roy's first letter from "over there." He seems to be excited, as he says he enjoyed his trip and expects to like France. This is also the first letter to show direct reference to military censorship. From this point forward, his letters are spaced further apart, as the time it took for them to reach the US and receive a response from Stella was quite long.

Dear Friend:

Perhaps you are wondering at not having heard from me for some time but the beginning of this letter should partly explain it. So will you please pardon the delay. You see I am at last 'Over There,' as we used to say in the States, and, though I have seen very little of the country, I believe I shall like it for a time, anyway.

It is a picturesque looking country and the people are an old-fashioned looking lot. Of course, I have seen very little yet and believe things are quite different in the different parts of the country. The French language seems, to me anyway, very hard to learn and and understand. I am going to try to learn to speak a little French, anyway.

We have a young fellow in our Squadron who can speak French very well. In fact he is a French American and spent part of his boyhood in France. He says he was born in San Francisco and came over here when he was quite young and was here about twelve years, so he can give the rest of the bunch some good pointers in French. So while you are studying your music and singing I will be trying to learn to speak French and doing my bit too. Ha Ha. How are the singing lessons going?

We had fine weather for our voyage, except one day or so when it rained, but I think all enjoyed the trip. I know I did. I was expecting to be seasick on the trip but did not mind it at all. I think the fine weather accounted for it. Were I able to tell you all about our trip I know I could write a long letter, but I shall try to remember most of it and have that much more to tell you when I return.

When you write me spell out the A.E.F. as those letters also stand for Australian E.F and there is a chance for a mistake. Give my regards to all and I shall look forward to a big letter.

Most Sincerely,
Roy D.
#764480 My address Sg. Roy J. Diehl 281st Aero Squadron American Expeditionary Forces. France

Hiatus

You may have noticed a lack of letters in recent weeks. Though delays have usually been due to my own inattention, this particular one is due to the fact that, at this time in 1918, Roy J. Diehl was making his way--along with the rest of the 281st--to France. His first letter to Stella from France wasn't written until August 29th, 4 days after the U.S. transport "Matsonia," on which several squadrons crossed the Atlantic, arrived in the Port of Brest.

The ship left Hoboken, N.J. on August 11th, 1918, along with 7 other transports, three destroyers, one cruiser, two hydroplanes and one observation balloon.