This is going to be the worst part of the war for me – waiting to go home. It may be two or six or twelve months. Father says 18 or 24, but I think he’s wrong. France needs rebuilding and new blood, I know. The French admire Yankee nerve and vim and would ask nothing better than the building up or their ruined land by so energetic an agency.
The thing is that my family doesn’t want me to stay in France after it’s all settled. Multiply that by 2 million A.E.F.ers and it becomes a power not to be overlooked. Then again 2 million votes will be a considerable power in the next election. No party wants that many votes against it.
Even if they do keep us over here a while longer we are still having a merry time, what with Billy and others, and log fired and roast chestnuts. If it was a tough war, it is also a pretty terrible peace.
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Letters from Sidney Friend During The Great War 