September 30, 1942 - Waiting to Leave for Showers



Wednesday Eve.

Dear Mom + Dad,

I’m writing this is a limited space of time supposedly. It is now 5:40 and we are suppose to leave for the showers at 6 P.M. Of course that is if we get off on time. I’m banking on the usual army weakness of being late. I guess I don’t have to worry to much as I haven’t much to say. I want to get off a short note and give you a few details.

I haven’t been doing much lately as we are now just hanging around waiting for patients to come in. We have our place pretty well set up again and there will be no actual work until we move again. I have no further details on just what is going to happen to us eventually. I guess I’ll just have to wait and find out.

I spent part of this morning (please note) and the afternoon listening to the World Series. One of the boys has a portable and he brought it out here for just that purpose. It sure was a good game. I’m pulling for your Yankees Dad since my Dodgers let me down. I think they will win very easily.

Well the trucks are lining up so I’d better close. I’ll write more tomorrow morning.

Love
Bob

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