June 30, 1942 - Camp Young, Day 2

Tuesday Morning

Dear Mom + Dad,

I’m now in my second day at Camp Young. So far we haven’t done anything at all except hang around. It doesn’t look like we’re going to do anything today either.

It really isn’t too bad here. Of course you don’t have the comforts of home and it is hot. Yet it brings out a primitive instinct in being able to combat the elements. In a way I rather like it as when evening rolls around it is really beautiful and it gets fairly cool. I just don’t like the idea of being so far away from everything. I have adopted a philosophy of taking what comes and making the most of it. It really helps your mental outlook immensely.

I think the mail service out here is going to be lousy as we are so far away from civilization. I think if you send your letters air mail I’ll get them about twice as fast.

I trust everything is going along O.K. at home. I know what a hard time you are having. I don’t want you to worry about me as I’m quite able to take what I have to without it bothering me to much. I’ll tell you the truth as always, but I know how you feel with the trouble at home and me away out in the dessert.

My radio went bad on me. I’d been expecting it for about a month and I guess the trip was too much for it. However one of the fellows in my tent has one. I’m going to get mine fixed as soon as next payday rolls around.

I have some negatives of pictures that I’m going to have developed and I’ll send them out soon as I get them.

I’ll write again tomorrow. Drop me a line soon.

Love to all
Bob