Oct. 16, 1944
Dear Mother,
I thought I was going to write a letter when I sat down here. But now there doesn't seem to be anything to write about. Everything is quiet around, no excitement what so ever.
Did Puggie ever take her vacation? The last letter I got said she was thinking about it. I want to hear all the inside dope on said vacation, or maybe one of the letters I haven't received yet has the lowdown incorporated within.
I understand that a lot of people back home are worried about soldiers being kissed by French maidens. Maybe I get into the wrong towns, but most of them I have encountered seamed to be satisfied just shaking hands. The only time I got kissed on both cheeks in the proverbial French manner was by a French MAN - and he was three sheets to the wind. I was trying to get that way but the bottle went dry too soon.
Did the world series turn out to everyones satisfaction? How many games did Dad get to see? I would like to have seen this years world series. - OK well maybe next time.
More fun than a barrel of monkeys. Before me sits one fellow blowing his top over one of his girlfriends. It seems she is working at an army camp - and he thinks he know all about soldiers. Maybe he's got something.
Also another young gentleman is trying to do a little sewing. I hate to laugh but he has the darndest time keeping his finger and the needle from meeting. And it's always the point he gets.
Well time marches on. - So must I.
Love
Kenneth
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Slipped Back Into Camp - Dec 4, 1943
Dec. 4, 1943
Dear Mother,
I got a chance to slip back into camp for a few minutes today. So I thought a couple of lines home were in order before I go back out.
You should see us trying to work on instruments out in the field. About the time we get going good we have to move to another bivouac area. By the time all fox holes are dug and pup tents pitched we haven't much time left for working.
I managed to slip a package into the mail today so watch out for it. The only thing is that I forget to put "Do Not Open Until Christmas" on it, so I'm warning you now, Beware.
Oh yes, don't write or send anything until you hear from me again in about a week or two. We can't have anything on us to give the blue army a chance to identify our units. I'll let you know just as soon as I know the score.
Love
Kenneth
Dear Mother,
I got a chance to slip back into camp for a few minutes today. So I thought a couple of lines home were in order before I go back out.
You should see us trying to work on instruments out in the field. About the time we get going good we have to move to another bivouac area. By the time all fox holes are dug and pup tents pitched we haven't much time left for working.
I managed to slip a package into the mail today so watch out for it. The only thing is that I forget to put "Do Not Open Until Christmas" on it, so I'm warning you now, Beware.
Oh yes, don't write or send anything until you hear from me again in about a week or two. We can't have anything on us to give the blue army a chance to identify our units. I'll let you know just as soon as I know the score.
Love
Kenneth
Thursday, July 23, 2009
On Maneuvers After All - Nov. 30, 1943
Nov. 30, 1943
Dear Mother,
You can disregard that last letter, sense it was pure propaganda. The happenings of the past week have convinced me that I was over optimistic. Right now I am sitting out here in the beautiful south dam near freezing to death. Perhaps I should start a little further back and explain how I came to be sitting out here with the rest of the division on maneuvers.
The 612 Ordinance Battalion that we were attached to got orders to move. Their orders came so suddenly that there was no time to arrange for us school boys to be transferred to another outfit. Some of our Battalion came in and hauled us out to the field. You should have heard the ha! ha! they gave us when we appeared in the chow line.
If anyone ever tries to tell you it's hot in the south during the winter, hit them over the head for me. I was on guard the other night and I had on every thing I could find. Summer underwear, winter underwear, coveralls, field jacket, and overcoat and I was still cold.
Thanks for the book on architecture. The Sportsman model would best suit our needs. With the wheels on the back you could grab hold and haul it around to your hearts content.
How are all the teeth coming along? I hope Dad is feeling better or maybe he's feeling worse cause he's got some more coming out. You should have yours finished by now. How about Rosalyn has she finished also? At least I won't have to worry about getting home before all of you finish with the dentist.
Don't expect any Christmas present until about February. They pulled me out of camp before I could get around and there is absolutely nothing out here in these Louisiana swamps. I had a three day pass all planned for Christmas if I had stayed in camp as per the original set up.
Well it's getting kind of late and I'm just a little tired, so it's off to bed I'm going. Goodnight.
Love
Kenneth
Dear Mother,
You can disregard that last letter, sense it was pure propaganda. The happenings of the past week have convinced me that I was over optimistic. Right now I am sitting out here in the beautiful south dam near freezing to death. Perhaps I should start a little further back and explain how I came to be sitting out here with the rest of the division on maneuvers.
The 612 Ordinance Battalion that we were attached to got orders to move. Their orders came so suddenly that there was no time to arrange for us school boys to be transferred to another outfit. Some of our Battalion came in and hauled us out to the field. You should have heard the ha! ha! they gave us when we appeared in the chow line.
If anyone ever tries to tell you it's hot in the south during the winter, hit them over the head for me. I was on guard the other night and I had on every thing I could find. Summer underwear, winter underwear, coveralls, field jacket, and overcoat and I was still cold.
Thanks for the book on architecture. The Sportsman model would best suit our needs. With the wheels on the back you could grab hold and haul it around to your hearts content.
How are all the teeth coming along? I hope Dad is feeling better or maybe he's feeling worse cause he's got some more coming out. You should have yours finished by now. How about Rosalyn has she finished also? At least I won't have to worry about getting home before all of you finish with the dentist.
Don't expect any Christmas present until about February. They pulled me out of camp before I could get around and there is absolutely nothing out here in these Louisiana swamps. I had a three day pass all planned for Christmas if I had stayed in camp as per the original set up.
Well it's getting kind of late and I'm just a little tired, so it's off to bed I'm going. Goodnight.
Love
Kenneth
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