September 18, 1918
Camp Funston, Kansas

My Dear 'Cile,

Would have written yesterday but just had to visit with the folks. You see, they came up yesterday and Harry and Daddy were at my barracks at noon when I came in from drill. Was sure suprised to see Harry, for I didn't think he was coming. If only my little Sweetheart was here this evening, I would sure be a proud Yank, believe me.

The folks just had to come at the wrong time of the week, though, for a civilian can't get a pass around through Camp only on Saturday and Sunday. I don't know why I had never written them about it. Maybe they will stay till then though and I can show them around. They seem to be pretty blooming particular around these Camps though. I got off from drill yesterday evening and ran around town with them till Mamma and Daddy were almost dead for sleep, but could not get a pass again till 7 o'clock this evening. I was pretty peeved at our C.O., but that didn't help matters a bit.

We have to get up at 4:30 in the morning and go out to the trenches for maneuvers all day tomorrow with full pack. Won't be back till in the night sometime. They are going to have a sort of sham battle and we have to do some first aid work and carry some of those lazy cusses around that will play dead and wounded.

I will cut this short for today, honey,but there is just as much love in these lines as anyone could put in a whole newspaper for you are simply everything to me. Hope you are feeling better so you can write me soon.

Worlds and worlds of love,

Your Charles L.

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