July 15^(th), 1918.
Somewhere in France.

Dear Father and Sisters:-

This finds us (the Argonia bunch at a new training camp. We all are well
and located nearer to each other than ever before.

I hated to leave the O.M. at the other camp for, we the O.M. force sure
had a fine time during our stay. But (the O.M. bunch) we are together on
same detail here. The night before we left, the lady of the café gave
us, two cooks, a waiter and my self a seven course dinner, French style
to be sure and some feed I want you to know with plenty of wine. I was
carrying her pocket book before I left. Don’t misconstrue that. I
carried it at meal time. She wants me to spend my furloughs at her home,
but latest dope out will have us in the States before I get a leave.

Am enclosing a letter which Ray Flory sent me at Doniphan and it was
then forwarded over here again. I have not heard directly from him over
here, but am expecting a letter daily. Don’t know whether he is in
England or here.

Received four letter from you last Thurs. dated 5/31, 5/28, 6/14, and
6/17. We get mail about twice each week.

You spoke of the French girls. Yes, some very beautiful but taken as a
bunch, they are no comparison to the Kansas girls.

Sure a bunch of Sumner Co. boys answering the call to the colors, but
they are to late to see any active service.

Sure looks good to see a real American girl in the Y.M.C.A.s and the
boys who have been in the hospitals say that the Red Cross (American)
nurses treat a Sammie as a big brother from home.

Pardon me for writing with a pencil but my time is limited this Monday
evening as I spent the afternoon pressing a pair of O.D. pants. I am
getting very neglectful about writing but enjoy a few lines from home as
never before and it is real interesting to watch we boys from Argonia
exchange letters to try and find some thing of interest our folks failed
to mention. But this way we get it all.

Glad Bernice received the allotment at last. Tell them all “hello” for
me.

Wheat and oats are ripe here. The grain crop is fine and talk about
golden fields of grain. I saw them here. The grain is dead ripe before
they commence cutting with their arm strong [?] binders known as cradles
in the U.S.A. years ago. The largest field I have seen was a 10 acre oat
field. They farm every square foot down here in southern France, but am
told that in northern France it is much more like the U.S. method.

Yes June, would be glad to receive some of your Kodak pictures, any
time, but thanks for the cigarettes as I never use them, only smoke a
cigar now and then. And can get them at the Y’s’.

About my F&B Life Ins. just pay the quarterly premiums and extend the
war risk loans if any. There will be no Masonic dues for you to pay.

Will close for to nite.

Trusting all are well and prosperous at home.

I am your son & bro.,

Milo H. Main