November 16, 1918
My own sweet 'Cile,
How are you today? We have been here for a day and a half now and I am ready to move. For when I don't hear from you I want to keep going.
This is a nice place but I don't like it. You see, we came in here night before last and couldn't leave the hall. However, five of us sergeants slipped off and had a pleasant evening of it. And the next morning, we were invited into the kitchen to do some work the cooks were too busy to be bothered with. ha ha Well we had another big day then on K.P. and now we are confined in barracks until we leave this burg. We expect to leave this place at any minute now and may go in any direction. I'll be oh so glad when they start me back your direction, for now that the war seems practically over I am ready to come home and don't care a snap about going over now. I don't hardly think they will send us over, though, or they would have done so when we were at Baltimore. Our orders were to go over when we first landed there.
One bunch of new boys, 3 weeks in service, went over while we were there. They were in the Motor Convoy Service. One bunch that left Funston for Balitmore (Artillery) were sent back to Funston. I love these kind of trips that we are having now, and it is such a fine time (season) too. They are having Indian Summer now and it's just like summer, too. Doesn't seem possible that it is so late till I think of how long it has been since I saw you, honey. Nearly six months. And it will soon be Christmas again. I wonder if I will take dinner with my sweet woman that day. I sure will if possible.
Well honey chicken, I will ring off for this time, as they are fussing around about cleaning up this place. Hope and think perhaps I will get to see you before a great while, if we stay in the States. Give the homefolks all my best and keep the biggest and sweetest gob of love that ever was for your own.
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