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Letters From Home

Monday, May 24th, 1943

Here it is Sunday again and time to post a few lines about the doings of the past week. The first few hours and days at Kearns seem quite long to the new soldier, but I have been here six weeks now and time really flies.

Last week was very pleasant for me in several ways. I received two letters from my Mom and Dad, one letter from my brother Cleon, and a very nice birthday package from my sister Bonnie. Also, I got my pay for April on the 30th. I received $39.75 ($50.00 less $6.50 Insurance and $3.75 War Bonds). I sent $5.00 home, along with thanks, to Mom and Dad, to repay them for the underwear and shine kit that they sent some time ago and didn’t want me to pay them for.

I am certainly not suffering from lack of exercise. On Friday we took another hike – this time 8 miles “cross-country”. I don’t want you to think it was tough, but when I got back, my shoes were worn out. (The Bob Hope in me coming out again). Yesterday I had my second taste of K.P, now called M.A. (Mess Attendant). I worked form 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. continuously, and my bed felt good when I got back.

Yesterday the first six men from my flight shipped out, and I look for some others to leave in the next day or so.

I was quite surprised to hear that my uncle Reuben is still at Galena. And from what Mom and Dad have said, I gather that aunt Leah is up to her old tricks yet. As my uncle Ralph might say – One of these days she is going to wake up and find herself dead.

I can get plenty of gum and candy here. What I would like to get best is one of my Mom’s apple or squash pies, but I don’t think they could make it down here. Pies and cakes are two things we don’t get in the army.

Now for a few miscellaneous remarks: I saw a swell show today – “Edge of Darkness” with Errol Flynn and Ann Sheridan. The last Abbott and Costello show was a dismal flop.

My parents have written me asking that I write more often, but twice a week seems often enough for me to write home. Mom and Dad always ask me to write when I can, if only a few words. I wonder if they would rather have shorter letters and get them more often.

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