The Coconino sun., 1918-11-22
CHAS. JONES AMONG
 FEM AT ST. MIHIEL

Dear Mama, Papa, and All:
 Just few lines this morning. There
 was time when our letters would be
 here for weeks in the orderly room
 because our officers did not have time
 to censor them. But now it has been
 decided by a unaniomus vote of three
 officers that Jones could read them
 and censor them as we'll as they, and
 along with few other duties I now have from sixty to seventy letters
 wished on to me every day. But as
 the Old Lady of the Cabbage Patch
 says, There was never anything hap
 pened that couldn't be worse." I am
 sure now that my letters are not read
 by everybody, and they are sent right
 out now as my own are censored when
 written.
 It is real interesting to read the
 boys letters, too. I find there is a
 heap of things happening around here
 that l never suspicioned. And I also
 know just how much every man loves
 his wife or his sweetheart Anyway, won't have choice collection of
 stories when this war is over and I am home again? Prepare yourselves for many long sittings around the old fireplace. And just wait, Sis, until some night when we are trying to stick it out all night in front of it. You know when we were huddling over the last stick of wood and wait ing for muddy's last call. A few nights ago I was dreaming and I could hear dad building the fire in the old fireplace and could hear the fire popping and cracking. When I woke, sure enough there was the pop ping fire. Could it be true? No such luck. I lay there two or three min utes it seemed before something re- minded me where l was and I realiz- ed it was only the mules and horses stepping on the twigs in the woods. Makes you feel sorter lonesome and disappointed. Now maybe you think l am blue and lonesome. I am not, am perfectly happy for aren't we giv- ing the Germans an awful licking? We get all the news here, too. Yes terday's paper will come this after noon, and we know how much of it is true because we are absolutely cer- tain of what is taking place in our sector. As one darkey said last night, ''If you all wants the latest news, just step up on the hill there and you can get the latest news you want just as it comes over."
 In position to judge, claim.
 Some time ago we camped in the same town with our old Camp Travis Division and l met many of my old friends. Also we had the pleasure of going into action right next to them, and from all accounts they behaved Not so much so as our division, of course. Ahem, it was our division that shook hands with the marines the day the St. Mihiel salient was cut off, and we met them half way, too. Eleven miles through barbed wire entanglements, and concrete dugouts, in twenty-four hours. And out of 12,000 German prisoners in this drive, 5000 of them were credited to our division. Now hold on here, the first thing I know will be leaving tho impression with you that I am in the war, and this is only a pleasure tri2 am supposed to be on. They have taken my horse away. sure hated tc see him go, because a soldier learnN to love his horse. I hope he runs on some good master, but soldiers are generally | good to their horses. Wisl, you could | see my orderly room this tune, looks ike a Chinese Junk Shop. Wish you could send me the Saturday Evening Post and the Literary Digest. Heaps ,f love.
 / CHARLIE.