My grandfather (Perry W. Robison) wrote from Knotty Ash Camp, Liverpool, on November 8, 1918:
1st night in a mud hole. Bunked with Mr. Long (a preacher) November 9th we moved from the mud hole into some wooden barracks. Messed at the officers mess and oh boy but it was fine. One shilling for meal. Real U.S. Army grub cooked by U.S.A. boys and served by some mighty husky lads in O.D. They were a cheerful lot.
Armistice was signed while we were in camp and Liverpool went wild with joy. 1/13 orders came to move. We left on 10:40 train.
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