I have letters like these to my father (who was in the Army in France, 1918-1919) from his family in Brooklyn telling of the ravages of the Spanish Influenza.
A letter from his sister describes the streets in Carroll Gardens as “empty of people”. She says “the crepe is on every other house”. She names the families who have lost beloved members (many of them young people) and describes going to their funerals.
I’ll have to dig them out. I wonder if anyone would want to publish them?
Weren't they supposed to send letters to boost morale?