[Postcard of Robert Lincoln O'Connell to his family, 21 August 1917]

France
Aug. 21, 17.

Safely past the subs. Two weeks trip. Only two stormy days. No seasickness
last day lively. Welcomed by a big crowd of women, girls ad middleaged men.
Black clothes or mourning bands everywhere. Dirty little town. Camp two
miles out. Dozens of wooden sheds, 50 men per. Lots of German prisoners
working around camp. Wearing heavy uniforms now. Weather much cooler, 
clear. Glad to be on shore. No sailor's life for me. Many of the men went
to town this afternoon. No match for French wine. French cigarettes make
enemies at once. Feeling fine. Cold gone. Miss the newspapers. Write but
don't expect me to write much. Censor is nuisance.

Rob 

[Transcribed by W.J. Shepherd, 2 May 2009]