Sunday Afternoon
Dear Mom + Dad,
Here it is Sunday again but no day of rest this time. I guess I told you about the inspecting general visiting us tomorrow. We had to stay in all day to clean up the place and make sure everything shines. This makes the third day in a row now that we have been bothered by inspections. Our weekly one on Saturday plus cleaning today and then to top it all again tomorrow. I’ll be a virtual wreck by Tuesday at least I’m well on my way now. If I come a blibbering idiot, you can blame it on the inspections.
I haven’t been doing a lot of special interest since I last wrote to you. As I quoted in my first paragraph, nothing but inspections.
Your letters were gratefully received. Unless my memory fails me I eluded to them in the last letter. I just can’t seem to be able to use my brain anymore. There is absolutely nothing to stimulate my powers of concentration and reasoning. Please forgive me if I become a little incomprehensible in my next letters.
Emily has written me several letters and much to my surprise a carton of cigarettes arrived from here today. It sure is a pleasure to have friends like that. She asked me in one of my letters if I wanted any. I didn’t even say anything about it, and the next thing I knew they arrived.
I’m now half way through my training period now. I have only four more weeks to go. I sure will be glad when it is over. I’m still pulling for a chance to get back east. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
I hope you are feeling better, Mom. Of course being sick is nothing new to you but it still isn’t pleasant. Dad, you get Mom away for a few days rest do so. Now I shall stop my preaching and keep quiet, but don’t forget my advice.
Glad to hear that you found the shorts in "Sweetheart” Don’t work to hard on her as if it is in good shape I won’t know it when I come home. I really miss not having the car. It seems I’ve forgotten how to drive but I guess I really haven’t.
I closing no(w) to go to show will write again soon.
Love Bob.
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