Letter #2 Addressed to Mrs. Maggie Thompson
Sedona, AZ
Postmarked June 10, 1918
Camp Cody, NM
June 9, 1918
Dear Mother,
Sedona, AZ
Postmarked June 10, 1918
Camp Cody, NM
June 9, 1918
Dear Mother,
I got your letter yesterday, evening the first letter I’ve
had since I’ve been here. We just got
back from church we go every Sunday. We
both passed the examination alright and are getting along good drilling.
We were both in the kitchen yesterday. They have about six out of our company in the
kitchen every day. Jim and I had to
sweep out and wash the tables off after each meal. The kitchen is about a hundred feet long with
three tables the whole length of the house.
There was a man had the mumps in the tent where Germany was
so all that was in the tent were moved
they have about an acre of ground with a seven wire fence to stay
in. I don’t think you need to worry
about us going to France unless we have to and I never expect to have to
go. And this training we are getting now
will do us good.
We sent our clothes back to Joe Wyatt about a week
ago. We couldn’t pay the express here
because they didn’t know how much it was so the boxes will have to say Joe when
they get them. There was about twenty
men rejected that come from Coconino County.
Wright Clark was the only one I knew.
They all went home but I guess Wright will have to come back when his
ankle gets well.
The nights are cool here.
I sleep fine since I got another blanket when we first come. They give us a cot, a tick filled with hay
and two blankets. That was all the
blankets they had then. But they got some
more in a few days and give us all another one.
Myran Loy wrote home the same time I did before and he has
never got a letter yet. I wrote to Frank
and Lizzie both yesterday and day before.
All the rest of you are close enough together to read the same
letters. We get shot in the arm every
seven days, then we get a day off. It
sure makes lots of the boys sick, but the two shots I have got didn’t bother me
any. Only made my arm a little sore.
Well, this leaves us both well and getting along good.
Your son, Charles.
Your son, Charles.
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