November 22, 1918
Richmond, Indiana

Dear Mother and all,

Here I am still alive and feeling fine as frog hair.

This Hoosier state is some state. It rains or snows all the time. Saw the sun for about 30 minutes today for the first time since we landed in Baltimore. We collected our trucks all O.K. at Wabash. Was there a day and night but didn't get to see "the Moonlight on the Wabash" as it was raining. That is a very small river at that place to be the subject of such a big song.

About noon yesterday, before we had our dinner, they took us out to the factory to look the trucks over. Well, they kept us pretty busy till 4 o'clock looking them over and then they told us we were to leave for Muncie, about 60 miles. We did and got into Muncie shortly before midnight, without dinner or supper. Sure was a mad bunch, for the chuck has been pretty rotten the whole trip. The days are very short up here. It gets dark about as soon as you have your dinner, it seems.

This is about as dead a place as you could find anywhere I think. They are quarantined for Flu and close everything at 6 o'clock. I think they take the sidewalks inside and lock them up about 8:30 ha ha Will be in Springfield, Ohio tomorrow night, I guess. Will be awfully glad when we get through with this trip and I am praying that this will be our last. It's been almost a month now since I had a letter from home. Terribly long time.

Well Mama, the boys are ready to go, so I will have to chop this short. We are staying at some barracks about a mile out of town. Will write the next time I have the chance. Give all the home folks my love. Oodles to my Mama.

Your son,

Charles L.

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