Dad was an instructor, preparing men for combat duty overseas.
Have carbine firing this week, and I’m in charge of all carbine instruction for the 66th Battalion... I sure hope none of them shoot each other. If all 850 of them shoot 50 shots each without anything happening, I’ll be very happy.
I seem to be doing quite well here. Moe continues to assign me jobs of greater responsibility, although he continues to call me “Junior.”
Preparing to be sent overseas, shortly after D-Day
Just a note to let you know that I am still OK and at this same place on the east coast... I am getting a lot to eat, and not working too hard, and feeling OK. I don’t think that there is another soldier in this camp that feels any better about going over than I do. I am so independent, and have even quit worrying over Dad being able to run his business. That comes of not having any girl or wife to worry over like a lot of the boys do. Not that I am taking a fatalistic view of the deal. I fully expect to come out OK, and all in one piece.
Suppose you have the hay down by now. Hope you don’t get any rain on it. Don’t break your back on it, Dad.