November 10, 1942 – Betwixt and Between

Tuesday Morning

Dear Mom + Dad,

Here’s that letter I promised you on the card I wrote last night. I can’t promise you that this will be any good because I’m in a peculiar mood. I just can’t make up my mind if I’m happy about this deal or not. I really have no particular ambitions as far as the army is concerned and yet my pride makes me try to get ahead. So you can see I’m rather betwixt and between. Then to I don’t like jumping around all over the country. That is one thing about the army I’ll never get accustomed to. You get acquainted in one place and then they drag you out. I’m not too worried about my difficulties as I know they will straighten out in a few days. I’m anxious to take my tests so as I can determine just what my course will be for the next few months. I guess if I do get through I will have it pretty rough for awhile. I guess I can take it though so I’m not worried about that yet either. I guess it is breaking away from all my friends and going into something new that makes me feel this way. Undoubtedly everything will work out in the end.

I’m going to check in to the Classification Center sometime tomorrow. That will get me there just a little before Thursday my reporting date. I’m now staying in a hotel. There are eight of us fellows all staying in the same place. We are touring the city to see the sights. San Antonio isn’t a bad town but it is a soldier’s town and they are never what they should be. Too many G.I.’s. I’ve seen the Alamo where the slogan came from in the war of 1812 “Remember the Alamo’. It isn’t much but a monument and a few old buildings. The ones in New Paltz are much more interesting.

We pulled in here last night around 7 P.M. which wasn’t too bad time. In fact it was much better than I expected. The train ride was dull and uninteresting. I’ve found the only way to travel for seeing the country is by car. Trains go through the rotten part of cities, towns, + country.

You can write to me if you wish at Air Force Classification Center (A.F.C.C) San Antonio, Texas. I’ll probably get it. Of course as soon as I get out there I’ll send you my address air mail.

That’s all for now. I’ll try and write as often as I get the chance but if I don’t you’ll know I’m busy and I trust you’ll understand.

Love
Bob