January 16, 1919
Camp Funston, Kansas

My dearest 'Cile,

Will scratch a line or two to my sweetheart this bright morning. I would have written you yesterday but my arm was a little too sore. You see, we got a triple shot in the arm for pneumonia fever and "oh god" how sore my arm did get. I could scarcely feed myself until this morning. I think I feel almost fit to come home most any day now. I have my clothes all in the cleaners shop and think I can come home in a few days, possibly next week. When would you most like me to come. ha ha I can get at least 6 days but will try for 10. Guess we won't be mustered out before next spring if we don't try for a discharge, so I will see about that too when I come home. About one third of this company is up for discharge now. My pal Zeke is trying for one and you know I can't stay here without him.

A look at an unidentified soldier at the "Zone", as the soldiers called the camp's business section. This photo, courtesy Tom Caulley, shows what my Dad must have been talking about.
The mud is still about as deep as ever here and a Ford wouldn't have any luck at all going to town. There is only about one half as many men as were here when we left and lots of them are those that have come back from France and were sent here to be mustered out.

Well, sweetheart mine, I will bring this to a focus and get it off on the afternoon mail. Worlds of love, that true kind, honey.

Yours always,

Charles L.

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