We still have it easy compared with them. The last letter was Sunday July 5th so there must have been a pass because here we are at Thursday. He describes his journey back. He describes his dream but kitchen duty is doggy... Original Letter Transcript follows. Transcript - July 9, 1942
They used to call me ‘Fleety”. Reading between the lines, he left without a pass to hang out with Mom for mashed potatoes? So when you don't have a pass you can change with a typewriter, just walk back in like you own the place. He's
No letter today. But what's more patriotic than the Boston, Massachusetts Daily Globe. And bombs. Most folks in the defense industry, like Mom, are mostly working over the holiday but people with means head to the beach. Blackouts continue so it's a quiet 4th this year.
Anyone that would tell a story like that deserves to be in the Army. So the pass is Tuesday not Wednesday. She's joking around. And he's shooting his mouth off - lol. Just FYI - In 1942, our country is 166 years old. And it's at
Are you still saving these letters. Potato bag? He's in fine form. He's stuck until next Wednesday and she's probably working over the weekend. A simple picnic would be the most celebrating appropriate when there's a war raging. Not big lavish events.
Wow! What did I tell you. I’m going stir-crazy. This letter includes rig-a-ma-role. You are forewarned. Note: he is at Fort Ruckman, not Banks. The 4th of July weekend is coming up but there won't be any major celebrations. It'll be
July kicks off with celebrations for the fourth but not like before. The war has really put a damper on life as dim-outs and rationing continues. Permanent gas rationing rules will set the limit at 4 gallons this month. And now even bicycles will be rationed. Dad’s not
We had to sing “Now and then I get that old peeling” to keep our spirits up. It has been a while since he's written, Last letter was June 24. The raise that was promised has yet to come. And don't get him started on passes.
I fell asleep sitting on a rock around one o’clock last nite. They're not assigned bunks? That seems wrong. Anyway, if there's no place to sleep, he might as well keep writing. It's a quiz letter. And a book club. Darn the mostly
I feel amiable towards everyone tonight. There must have been an optical delay since he mentions getting his glasses just yesterday. He just up and leaves. Then hangs out with Ralph and Elsie. They must be friends he knows in Boston. What a life. He's just so lucky
I don’t think we will be here long enough. Sounds like the plan to meet yesterday was successful but I don't think he got his glasses. We'll have to see what's up with that. It's now Sunday afternoon. He's
A sense of humor is must here. He's fairly sure about his pass Saturday morning but now he's not sure about Mom being there. Throw that typewriter in the back seat. The next letter is Sunday so hopefully, we get updates. Meanwhile, there you are, just
