April 27, 1942 - Bad Mood

Monday Evening

Dear Mom + Dad,

I really shouldn’t be writing this letter as I’m in a bad mood. This place is getting me down. We have moved out of B company and are in the A Co. and expect to move out of there to God knows where. They claim we’re going to move into one of the classrooms. You see the new recruits are all moving in and we have to get out to make room for them. It sure is the nuts we don’t know whats going on around here.

Tomorrow I’m on my second stint of K.P. in the last 4 days. I was on today but got out of it. You see we eat in all different mess halls and we were on one that wasn’t our own; they shifted our mess so they let us off. We have guard duty on Wednesday night to top it all. Right now we are the scum of the earth and its got me down.

It is pretty definitive that we are leaving Thursday and that we are going to either San Antonio or El Paso. I had my hopes up for the east but I guess its not to be yet. However, nothings really definite as yet, that is absolutely sure. I’ll let you know as soon as I possibly can.

I sent you a letter last night with just a picture of me that was taken on bivouac. Here are a few more. The group picture contains me, Vin Calabrese + Ray Dring in that order. They are pretty fair pictures and I want you to save them for me please.

I want to ask you a big favor if I can. I rather hate to do it but I have to as I’m practically broke, about $1.60. I get paid about $8 at the end of the month but I can’t last the whole month on that. So if you would send me a money order as soon as you get my new address I’d appreciate it. I’d like to have about $10 but if you can’t send that send as much as you can spare.

Drop me a line about sweetheart. I’m rather curious. From you account it seems ready for the junk heap. I’ll close now as I’ve had to move into the latrine to finish this as lights have been turned out. Write soon.

Love Bob.