Friday Evening
Dear Mom + Dad
Just a short note before I go out in the field for 4 hours. I guess I told you about the tough stuff they have been putting us through this week.
Next week we go out on bivouac for 4 days. We leave Wednesday morning and return Saturday afternoon. We have to sleep out in pup tents and sleep on the ground. The way the wind blows around here I imagine we’ll be eating dust with all of our meals. Next week I won’t be able to write for four days so don’t think anything wrong I’m just out in the woods.
I’m going into town tomorrow night to go to a U.S.O. dance. There are three clubs in Abilene and they have dances nearly every Saturday. I hear they are a lot of fun except there are too many soldiers. Tomorrow is an easy day, only inspection in the morning and all afternoon off. I expect we will get Easter Sunday off but you can’t be sure of anything around here.
Remember how I have told you about us fighting the 1918 war over gain in this camp? I have at last received verification of that fact. In class the other day the company commander said that our methods were outmodeled and our whole training was base on the last war. It really burns me to think of wasting my time in such a way. The morale in this camp is really horrible. There is not one fellow I know who has any respect for this camp or the work being done. It is just that they hand us applesauce; we know it; the officers know it; and consequently no one cares. I think I’ll be a lot happier when I get out of here and get in a new camp.
Two of the boys from Peekskill are in the hospital here. Ray Puff has a murmur in the heart and may be discharged; although thats hard to say. Ray Dring has a touch of the flu. I think it is the dust in the air down here. You go outside and its like taking a dirt bath.
I’ll write again before I go out on bivouac. Write me soon
Love to all
Bob
Bob
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