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Camp St. Sulpice France
Tuesday, March 11, 1919, 7:00 P.M.

       Dear father,
       Well father, I don't know as I can think of anything that would interest, but I thought I'd just write a few lines anyways to pass the time away.  I am well with the exception of a slight headache just now.  It is now the eleventh of March, and it commencing to be like summer around here.  I noticed that some of the French people are making garden now.  There was a slight change made here the other day, men that had been chasing prisoners are now stockade guards and men that were guards are now prisoner chasers.  I am still a stockade sentinel. I took it in preference to the other, not because I liked it, but because I liked it better than chasing prisoners, because, these prisoners are not german prisoners, but General prisoners (Americans).
        I was just up at the sales commissary and bought me some envelopes, they are better than the issued ones.  We were given some candy at supper time.  It looked like a bunch of poker chips, but tasted a little better.  I guess I won't write very much in this letter, for I want to send one or two pictures here with. They still have a lot of German prisoners in this camp.  They have to work too, they do construction work.  Now I wouldn't just care about shooting a German, but I would like to fill their mouths with a fistful of bones.  Oh, there isn't any love lost between me and the Germans you can bet on that.  I have decided to renew my war risk insurance.  At least till I arrive at the states and learn of the new contracts the government is going to propose.  Well, it is nearly bedtime and I'll have to roll in pretty soon.  I have to go on guard at 12 tonight and I have to walk post four hours and say, the time goes around so quick that it doesn't seem like more than 12 hours.  Of course in the daytime, the time goes somewhat quicker, for then I stand in a sentry box, on the corner of the stockade fence.  I guess that was the reason I got the headache this afternoon, he sun was shining in my eyes.  Well my letter is getting some what lengthy and I'll have to quit writing.  So hoping this finds you all well, I remain,
                 Your son.
                        Private Chauncey Hauck.
                            54th guard company
                              A.P.O. #705 A.E.F.
                               Camp Saint Sulpice
                                            France

P.S. Have been promoted to 1st Class Private and my pay raised from $33 to $36.60 per mo.-- That's all--by heck

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