January 16, 1919
Camp Funston, Kansas

My Dear Mother and Daddy,

I will scratch you all a few lines this evening for the first since I landed back in my home territory. Well, folks, the day I dropped you the card, we got a shot in the arm for pneumonia fever and say, my arm has been so sore ever since that I couldn't write and hardly do anything else without help. I think I will be shot as much as any soldier if they don't let me out of this Army pretty soon.

It looks as though we might get out some of these days now, as today's paper said Maj. Gen. Wood was on his way from Chicago to be in charge of the 10th. Division till they are mustered out. Well, they may as well get rid of us, I think, for there isn't a thing to do here. All we have done since we returned is sit on our cots and sleep. Very little fatigue work. I was in charge of quarters today and had to work pretty hard keeping four men at work long enough to sweep the floor. When it is about time to bring in coal for the night, you can't find a one of the boys.

Well, they are giving us passes home now for a few days. I guess about ten or twelve are home now, but I was so dirty, I mean all my clothes, that I decided to wait for a week or so till I get my clothes cleaned up a little. I was in St. Louis for about 5 or 6 hours but was too busy to look for Uncle Bob. I was in charge of a bunch of men out on the streets sightseeing.

Well, Mama, I don't know any more dope, so I will close for this time. Answer soon. Worlds of love to you both.

Your swede son,

Charles L.

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