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Patullo Family Letters

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Montabaur, Germany December twenty-sixth

Dear Bops,

So much to tell you that I don't know where to begin. Crossed with the Army of Occupation into Germany joining them in Luxembourg the day before they started--we crossed the Border at 8 o'clock on the morning of December first. The last three weeks have been the most wonderful of my life in the variety of experiences. Read the Saturday Evening Post--More Than Two Million A Week-- title of first article "So This Is Germany!"

I am again with the First Division--the one with which I have spent the bulk of my time since July 1917. The general commanding--Major-General McGlachlin--invited me to join his mess, so I eat with the headquarters staff and have the best sort of billet procurable. I've been sittin' pretty since we started--some of the chateaux I've stopped in would make most places in America look like a garage. It's pretty soft, to lie in a silk-coverleted bed, with silk tapestries on the walls, steam-heat, soft, rich rugs, coroneted canopy above my bean, a bath-room as big as our drawing-room at home, with shower etc, and an attentive orderly to get out my things and shine my shoes.

And we have fine linen and cut glass and silver for our mess--no more tin cups and aluminium mess tins. Also, we have bang-up meals now that we're settled, although the fare was a bit rough coming up on the march. I didn't have to hike--the general took me along with him in his car. He has been more than kind--a stern,

BC Archives MS-1188 Box 1 File 4 PATTULLO, George Robson, 1845 - . Woodstock, Ontario Selected letters from his son George R. Pattullo Jr., 1917-1918.