Archive for May, 1943

Marksman

Sunday, May 30th, 1943

During the past week I have done a couple of things that I think might be of some interest to you, so I will post a few lines about them.

Last Wednesday I went to the pistol range for the second time.  The .45 cal Colt Automatic Pistol is a very important weapon in the Corps of Military Police, and according to the first lieutenant, who was keeping our scores, it is the most difficult gun in the army to shoot with any accuracy.  It has a very short barrel and “kicks up” quite a bit when fired, so you must aim and squeeze the trigger very carefully or you will miss the whole target.

Such being the case, I was surprised that on my second try and after firing the gun only 50 or 60 times I would do well enough to qualify as a “Marksman” with the pistol.  Of course, “Marksman” is not as good as “sharpshooter” or “expert”, but you still have to do some pretty good shooting to qualify as one.

On Thursday our company went out on a little camping trip.  It was our first march with full field packs including rifles, so we went only 4 or 5 miles in all.  The main purpose of the trip was to give us experience in pitching tents and in digging and camouflaging “fox holes”.  During the march, we frequently had to run from the road, and “hit the ground” to escape imaginary planes which were “strafing” us.  All in all, we are learning a lot about how to take care of ourselves.

From Friday noon to Saturday noon I was on guard duty.  I was assigned to the station hospital, where I had to keep an eye on several “mental cases” and four sick prisoners (men who have been court-martialed, put in the guardhouse, and got sick while there).  I was armed with just a 2-foot, mahogany billy-club, but in a case of emergency, I think I could do a lot of damage with it.

Well I guess that is all for this time.  I will post again when I have a chance.

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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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