This is Day 5 of Frank Zyber’s memories of WWI. This is the last in the series. If you’ve missed Day 1-4, you might want to click on the related articles. You won’t want to miss what I think is his visit to a cat house. Today’s recollection continues with Grandpa’s experience at Fort Custard.
It was a cold round ride and what seemed like ten mils before we reached a place that had what looked like new buildings and very dark everywhere. We were told to get off and find a building that was open and get in and make the most of it. We found one and after getting in and by the light of a match now and then we found a hot air furnace, but no fuel or beds. Looked around out of doors, but all we found was a stack of iron beds along side of the building and they were covered with ice and snow. They were of the folding type and had to be jerked, pulled and pried to get them apart and taken in and set up. No mattresses or covering of any kind and we