Camp Fannin, Texas
Winter, 1944
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.”
June
1944
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.
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