September 19, 1942 - New Schedule of Writing



Saturday Morning

Dear Mom + Dad,

I’m trying out a new schedule of writing. I have now finished my afternoon nap and am awaiting supper. As I told you last night I can’t write on the ward because there is no lighting facilities. Thus that practice will have to discontinue until I get another ward which won’t be before Monday. I don’t want to give up my daily letter to you so I’ll try and sandwich it in during the day.

The ward I have now is a lot easier so far as work goes. I slept for about 3 hours last night. I don’t have much to do as the patients are just about to be discharged from the hospital. I still don’t like it though and wish I could get out of it. I don’t think it will be long now as I told you we will be out of here by the end of the week as we will be needed in our own outfit.

I got some information about my transfer today. I have wait until notice comes through to the office that I have passed the exam. Figuring on the usual time for thing going through the military channels it will be at least a month. Whenever it does come in I then submit a letter to the colonel stating why I want a transfer. Then I wait for the colonel to come to a decision and by that time I’m called up to go. I’m going to give it a try at least as soon as my papers come through. Again just another case of awaiting results.

I was very glad to hear that you are finally going to move to 860 Marion Street on the first. I ought to try and get a furlough and come home and help you. But of course, you know that is out. I really would like to help you move. I know you’re going to really enjoy your new home when you finally get settled. Maybe someday in the future I to can enjoy it with you. Although if I stay here to much longer it will be time to have my own home. And me with no real prospects. I guess I’ll just remain a bachelor for the rest of my life.

Well folks that’s all for now. I expect your Thursday letter tomorrow and an answer will be forthcoming then.

Love
Bob

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