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Somewhere in Germany
Aug 4-18

Prof. J.R. Howey

Dear Old Prof.: well here is that long promised letter, it will not be long as they will not let us 
write much, Earl and I often talk of things that happened when we were kids, but what sticks out most 
prominently in my mind I think is, when I was playing the B flat Bass and Frank Evans was playing the 
Valve Trombone we were taking lessons together at my house I would go Ump. and Frank would go ta ta 
and there we were Ump ta ta Ump ta ta I sure wish we could have some of those old times back again, I 
can't forget either the time we played the Elmer Reunion. It rained on us, we started for the church 
to sleep all night at the top of the hill Earl slipped and sat down in the clay, and he had his new 
uniform on too, We are hearing different kind [sic] of music over here now, the shrapnel hits the high 
C. The trench mortors [sic] and grenades play the Bass while the 75s hit the medium until they explode, 
we sure are having the time of our young lives over here, it is cold here and shivering now, well Prof. 
I will quit for this time, but will write again soon give my regards to all the folks.

Your friend
Carl McKeehan

Lt. Cater.
1st Sgt. Co. C. 139th Inf.
A.E.F.

Hello Dad
I am fine and dandy,
Early.

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That a man is doing his country good service is ample pay for the risks, but anyway expect to see you 
next year We have not been paid for two months, but hoping for it every day. Well mother write often 
as you can and write Ethel for me, with lots of Love,

Your boy,
Carl

Sgt. Carl McKeehan
Co. C. 139th Inf.
A.E.F.

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1st Sgt. C. McKeehan
Co. C. 139th Inf.
A.E.F.

Soldiers Mail

Prof. J.R. Howey
Kirksville,
Mo.
U.S.A.

PASSED BY CENSOR No. 6280

[illegible postmark]

Lt. Cates

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W.W.I.119.47