December 2, 1918
Camp Holabird, Maryland

My dear little girl,

Am still here and don't know when I will leave. We didn't get to check our trucks in today as they had so many more ahead of us. There are more trucks on the road now than there ever has been before. I can't see their idea in bringing so many of them here. Of course they are sending a lot of them over to use in the reconstruction work, but there is just oodles of them already here. We were milling around the yards all day today to get them checked so didn't get to run around any. I am anxious to go over to Washington, D.C. as it's only a little ride over on the car. Some thirty miles I believe. I also want to go down to the bayshore. It's only three or four miles from here.

I don't know yet if we are sure going to make another trip or not. Our boss has been putting up a big kick about it today. Maybe he will finally leave--lights out-intermission--

Hello dearie, we just had a picture show. Also a speech from a boy that has just got back pretty badly crippled up from being "gassed." He had to stop talking though when some of the boys lit their cigarettes, as it almost smothered him into a faint. There are sure lots of the boys coming back now. The streets of Baltimore are full the last few days, and so many of them are crippled. They sure had some awful times to hear them tell about it. I would have loved to have seen just a little myself, though I won't say that I am sorry that I'm not over there now.

I see lots of boys every day that have been turned loose and it sure does make me anxious. I can't say that I take very much interest in Army life now and I don't think that very many of the bunch does.

Well, honey, I will have to stop and buy a stamp before the window closes for the evening, so will bid you a sweet, juicy, kissy goodnight. Write to me here until you hear differently.

Yours ever,

Charles L.

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