Dear Folks:
Just about enough time to write you an abbreviated epistle before another day closes. Just came from the show – this time it was ‘Deanna Durbin’ and last night it was the ‘Song of Russia’. Both were darned good but colored up to suit the watching public of course. So few stories are written as they truly are, but if they were held strictly to actuality they wouldn’t be liked, and authors couldn’t make a living. How did I start on that?
Had a letter from you last night, which will be read over a dozen times before it’s finally laid aside, as all of yours are. Some questions about Dick in it and I’ll tell you what I can. He isn’t in either of the regiments you mentioned, but is in the cavalry reconnaissance troop. Although he isn’t in the infantry he works with them and is usually where ever they are. He is in an infantry division, but such a division isn’t all infantry but is made up of several branches, although everything is in support of the infantry. The story you read about the 100 Yanks being trapped on the beach must have included Dick because he told me about it, and told of being picked up by the amtracs. He was sent in to help bring out the wounded when the Japs cracked the 105th and it was then that he got caught. He said he picked up one wounded guy and started to carry him away but the Japs charged them and he had to leave him. And Dick told me a lot of stories like these although he probably would not mention them very much to anyone else. I know our outfit was never mentioned in the papers and some of (us) felt a little burned when everything you read said the 27th was the only army in the operation. I’ll explain it at some future date.
I seem to be feeling much better than I have in some time—must be getting used to it. We usually have the afternoons off and during that time play baseball. The bulldozers scraped two cane fields down, and after harrowing it and putting a little corral around, they make nice fields. And every week a band is brought in to furnish some music that isn’t canned. The music isn’t always the best but the guys cheer anyone who can give them a little entertainment. What I miss a lot is something ice cold–we get a little beer, and to cool it we put it in a wet gunnysack and let the breeze flow thru it, but the result isn’t too good.
Well this is about all I guess, better knock off and hope the Japs won’t come over and ruin my sleep.
Love,
