Grandma Nor Note: “Mailed from Douglas, Arizona”
Sunday Afternoon
I don’t know how this letter is going to turn out as the darn train won’t stop bouncing up and down. However I’m going to try to give it a try anyway. I’m now somewhere in Arizona, out in the wilds between Phoenix and Tucson. We should be pulling into Tucson soon and I’m going to try and mail this there.
I wrote you a card last night and mailed it in Indio on which I gave you a little of the dope. I’ll try to enlarge on that now. I finally left camp about 2P.M. and arrived in Indio a little after 3. We then tried to get tickets for the 20 of us that are going but they couldn’t make room for us on the regular trains. So after much bickering they finally decided to hook another coach on the troop train for us. Well after spending a very boring evening in Indio and hours of waiting at the station, we finally got off at 3AM in the morning. Naturally we piled right into bed to try and catch a little sleep that we missed. The train isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. The air cadets have a pullman car all to ourselves. (Here’s Tucson so the letter won’t get off here. I’ll try the next stop. I’m going for a little walk pardon me) Here I am again after a short break. To continue where I left off. We also eat on a dining car so we didn’t do so bad. The train consists, outside of us, of all new rookies who are going to Kentucky to get a little training. However we are segregated from them and don’t have much to do with them. I suppose that our car will be taken off when we hit San Antonio. I don’t know just when we’ll get there. We should pull in some time tomorrow but these darn troop trains don’t make very good time so I don’t know.
We have to pay $1 a meal for our eats. They messed that up to as we aren’t getting the $5 a day advance until we get there. We should have it in advance. So we pay out of our own pocket and I suppose it will be worth your life to collect the $5 per day we’re allowed.
I’m going to enclose a copy of the orders that we given to me. I have 5 of them. God knows why but I have them. They will give you most of the details that I know. We report to AFCC (Air Force Classification Center) on the 12th. We’ll have a few extra days but I think I’ll report in as soon as I get there. The quicker I get underway the better I’ll feel. I guess that AFCC San Antonio Texas is my address. However, I’ll write you air mail and give you all the dope as soon as I get there.
The war news is beginning to look better everyday. I only hope it keeps up as good. I still want to get home and teach school even though at present I rather like the idea of what I’m going in.
This is a long boring trip. I’ve ridden this section of the country quite a few times and it is barren and desolate and very uninteresting to look at. After we hit El Paso I go on a different route than I’ve ever been before but that will be all through god awful Texas.
This is shaking so much I can hardly read it myself. I guess I’d better quit. I’ll write again when I get the chance.
Love
Bob
Bob
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