Friday Evening
Dear Mom + Dad,
I’m sending you a bash of clippings from Life in a separate letter. They concern General Patton at one time my commanding officer at Camp Young. I have heard him speak and seen him several times. Thus I’m interested in him in his present activities in Africa. I wish you would save it for me and you might find it interesting to read. The article typifies him very completely.
Your dummy letter arrived in this morning’s mail as I expected. Naturally it was very interesting and I enjoyed reading it. As I told you air mail doesn’t seem to save very much only a half day. So I leave it up to your discretion if you want to use it or not.
Tonight is our weekly G.I. Party of cleaning up the barracks. I got my bay cleaned up early and now I’m writing this is the midst of the madhouse of the boys cleaning up. The reason for this of course the inspections that comes on Saturdays.
This afternoon we spent cleaning up our whole area and policing up the terrain. We even went through a corn field that adjourns our barracks. The road that runs around the area was swept with brooms by the boys. Some applesauce isn’t it? But then the first of next week a general is coming through here and I thing I have told you about those experiences before. It sure is a shame to waste the time of men on baloney, especially in times of war. There is nothing can be done about it though as this is the army.
A shipment is due soon out of here to pre-flight. I don’t know if I will be on it but I’m hoping for the best, and that I will make it. I’d like to get started on this aviation cadet deal, at least on the actual training part. This phase is just a necessary evil. That’s all for now
Love
Bob
Bob
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