Dear Dick:
The ‘Old Man’ (that’s our top sergeant) went soft on us this afternoon, or perhaps he didn’t, as we just had a stiff tetanus shot, and let us have the rest of the afternoon off. So perhaps I can answer your letter. At the same time I got a card about the homecoming. Kind of ironically humorous. Sure hope we win the game. Hope Bayard isn’t the nemesis they usually are.
Now everyday I go to class and learn the international Morse code and all about maps and set-up of radios and nets, kilocycles, megocycles, and everything about radios. One of the most interesting sets we have is a one ninety-four or what we call a ‘walkie talkie’. It’s a twenty pound complete transmitting and receiving set with headphones and a microphone. Although it’s range is ordinarily only a few miles, stations as far as Missouri and Honolulu have been picked up. It is carried on the back just like a knapsack with an 8 foot aerial sticking in the air. A very compact radio station. Upon completion of the course I understand we will be eligible for an amateur radio license.
Your letters sound funny to hear about snow and blizzards when here the days are mostly warm and cloudless. It gets damn chilly at nite but the days nice, almost nice enough to go swimming.
Glad to hear you are working all the time and the ribs don’t keep you down. Hope my rooting for Minatare did some good. Keep writing.
Love,
