November 19, 1918
Columbus, Ohio

My Dearest Lucille,

Here I am still in this burg, expecting to leave every minute for the last four or five days. I sure am sick of this place for life. It has turned cold and has been raining for a couple of days now. I guess that winter has set in for sure.

Well, we just got some orders that we have waited for so long, though I am almost afraid for they change them so darned often.
The trucks had "open air" cabs, which made the trip more challenging in the winter.
We leave this afternoon for Wabash, Indiana, after a bunch of Convoy trucks which we will drive to Baltimore. I rather dread the trip now, as it will surely be very bad weather and those mountain roads will be no place for a delicate little fellow like me. Well, sweetheart, the first thing for you to do now will be to write me a big long letter and mail it to Cambridge, Ohio. I may miss it but I want one so bad that I can't wait till any later than that so you must take your time and hurry and write.

After that one big letter, I can go a few days I guess, so you can write me a dozen or so letters a day for a week at Fredrick, Maryland. We sould be there about the last of this month, and if I don't find a bundle of mail there, I am going to put a jinx on you when I come home, in a month or so. I think that I will get to eat my Christmas dinner with you all o.k. and perhaps a lot more along with it.

Well, sweetheart, I am at the Khaki Club now, about three squares from the Masonic hall, where we are stationed. And I am afraid that something might happen that I won't know about, so will close the argument for now. This running around this way, not knowing where I will be next day or anything else for sure, has almost blown me up for writing letters. I can't swear to many facts that I tell and be safe in doing so. ha ha Good bye till I can get to a new home and maybe can tell some more of the big guess stuff. Oceans of love.

Your man always,

Charles L.

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