Sergeant George A. Davison
THE LETTER
The following article appeared in the local Waynesburg, PA newspaper
SERGEANT GEORGE DAVISON WRITES OF INVASION
The following letter written by Sgt. George Davison, son of Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Davison, of West Franklin Street, describing the invasion, was received by his wife, Mrs. Mary Reeves Davison and son Richard, a few days ago. The letter was written June 14. Two other (Davison) brothers are in the service, one in England and the other in New Guinea.
The Letter:
I am writing you my first letter since I left England. You know I told you in my letter previous to this one it would be some time before I would be able to write you. Well that time has over lapsed now. I don't know whether to say I am a lucky man. You know the war separated us for a while, but after laying in my hole in the ground and listening to bullets go over my head bursting beside me, not more than reaching distance away, I have come to the conclusion that there is one with more power than the walking, would stand by me and see me home again. I have experienced something that few have in the world because these few who hit France before we did said it was hell. I have seen things happen worse than things in the World War.
I don't know how much they will allow me to write in this letter, but I came to France just a few hours after the first ones. I am in good health and condition. I don't have a scratch on me. I have been to church and Sunday school and asked forgiveness of everything I ever done to anyone and prayed. There was not a moment that I was not thinking about everyone back home. All sorts of thoughts came through my mind after I had secured myself firmly in the ground like a ground hog. I felt a little bit better. I could write page after page of about what happened; probably it would be cut out, but nevertheless I will have lots to tell when I get home. I hope that won't be too long. You can realize how much it means to one when they are living the life I am. A dinner of beans would taste like turkey to me. Write me and tell me what went on in the States and at home on the day of Invasion. Well, ours was a day of ducking bullets and anything that would kill a man. I am still trying to take care of myself. They told us not to keep any diary of anything that went on at this time.
I know they must have been worried about me. Tell them I am thankful and still carrying my old nick-name of "Stuff". I hope I shall see you and Ritchie and you all soon.