Mike Hogg, in training at Camp Funston for World War I, wrote to his sister Ima:
Easter Sunday, March 31, 1918
This certainly is a beautiful Easter Sunday.
I finished the Company Commander’s school Wednesday. It was a most strenuous and interesting course. We learned a great deal about the modern methods that the French and English are using. Another Captain and myself tied for high place on the examination. Pretty good for an old man, eh?
Well, they have torn things to pieces around here. Most all of our beautifully trained men have been sent away. Our regiment is shot to pieces. The officers are all here and it is understood that we will be filled up again, meaning that it will be some time before we get across.
We had an inspection of the Companies of the Division by General Allen and this Company got a very good report from him.
I can’t imagine what has become of the sweaters you have shipped. I have heard nothing from this end.
The fight “over there” is too big a problem for me to even contemplate, however, I will say that it looks at present as though the Allies have received at least a great set-back. You can never tell, of course. The Germans may have bitten off “too large a hunk.”
Well, I don’t intend to work so hard for a while. I feel that things have let up a little around here. About week after next, I will try to get down [to Houston]for Sunday again.
Mr. Podsnaps wrote me a note from New Orleans, saying hello, etc.
Goodbye -- with much love -
Mike teasingly called his brother Will Hogg “Podsnaps” after a stuffy, self-righteous character in Charles Dickens’s 1865 novel, Our Mutual Friend.