Day 7 - Letters to Marion #1 (Indy)

I found this bundle of unmailed letters to my grandmother. The next few I send will be letters he wrote to her from 1925 through 1938 then they pick up again after World War II.

Undated but probably sometime in 1926 or so.

Marion,

You father is right. You’re so young. You’ll find someone else. Someone better! All I’ll ever be able to offer you is an empty bed because I’ll be somewhere digging up artifacts. I am glad that I decided to become an archeologist after the Great War. I certainly didn’t fancy being a soldier all my life. I was a soldier for Belgium, along with my friend Remy. I don’t think I ever told you much about that.

I met Remy when Father and I were visiting relatives out west one summer. I got captured by Pancho Villa and sort of joined his fight. That’s where I met Remy, who was from Belgium. He and I ran away to join the army and fight in the war.

We thought it would be noble and romantic, as Villa’s fight had been. But it was filthy, cold and deadly. We fought in trenches, us and the Germans shooting at one another, only interrupted by deadly gases that the Germans lobbed at us from time to time. So many men died, some of them friends.

I hope you are well and are well over me by now.

Love,
Indy