Dearest
Kitten
I love you
with all my heart and soul. If it were not for our great love, this soldier,
civilian soldier, would be a very sad sack. The definition for a "sad
sack" is a very unhappy, dumb, jerk. You can see what you saved me from
being. A "sad sack" is even lower than a "yard bird".
Despite all
of my "gripes" I am in fine fittle tonight.
Could it be
because I am broke? That may have something to do with it. You see I spent my
last 15¢ last night to see a show "Johnny Come Lately" with James
Cagney. I enjoyed it very much.
Your letter
of Monday came today and thank for the stamps. It is impossible to buy stamps
around here. They may sell them at the main camp. That reminds me that I must
get to see the main part of the camp some night. I understand that there is a
very nice Non-Com Club around there. After I get paid I hope to get in some
night and look the place over.
We have a
truck that leaves for the main camp once an hour on the hour from five till
nine and returns on the half hour. Nine thirty is the last trip back to the
area.
Tonight we
"G.I.-ed", scrubbed to you, the barracks again. Unfortunately I have
a rifle again and naturally I have to keep it clean and free of dust.
The barracks
are one story buildings and there are no non-com rooms in them. As a result we
have to sleep with the men.
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Barracks at Camp Gordon Johnston
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Do you know
what happened to the letter I wrote the Friday before I called? Well, in
cleaning out my pockets of a pair of fatigue pants I found it. Sealed,
addressed, and all set to go, but in never did get to go.
Today we were
on the boats again and we went out to an Island that is quite some distance
offshore. It is not official but Latrino-gram #19856 says that we may now wear
a ribbon for "Theater of Operations" combat zone in other words.
Whether it is true or not I can not say for sure. You see how much some of
those ribbons stand for. Most of them are a lot of hockum.
Did Eva
receive my letter as yet? or don't you know?
It is no
worse for Pat & Eva than some of the couples that have a child with the
husband already in the services. Under any circumstances it is no fun. Ask me,
us rather, we know. Don't we Sweetheart?
Well,
Beautiful, I have to take a shower, & shave & shampoo.
Within sight
of our piers there is a beach that is like a peninsula and the air corps has
targets set up on it. All day long these fast pursuit planes keep diving and
firing at them. I get a heck out of watching them.
In a few days
I am sending home my blue fatigues as I can not wear them any more. Enclosed
you will find a few sea shells that I have picked up.
I love you, Beautiful.
Give my
regards to all & kiss the babies for me
Your Loving,
Devoted, & Faithful Husband
Bob
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