22 March 1942


Mar 22, 1942.

Dearest Ruth:—

Ha-Ha,—If you only knew what I am doing now,—Walton [arrow pointing to parenthetical explanation] and I (a fellow from Tenn.) are pulling a 1st class “Goldbrick job”—Know what that is? Ha—It means were hiding and not going out with the Troop—We thought we ought to have Sat. afternoon off—So!—The funny part of it is we are right in the barracks, there are two big piles of mattresses in the upstairs (it is emty now—The pile


toward the door is higher then the pile in back (by a window). We are laying on it.—We are only about 30 ft. from the Sgt. and he doesn’t know it. I’m writing and Walton is watching the Troop thru the window—If we get caught it will probably mean extra detail —(K.P.)

Well Honey, I know where I’m going,—not far, only about 10 miles. There are 103 fellows left in our troop and 1oo of them are going to Camp Funston, it is another section of Fort Riley. The Army

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is activating another regiment of Cavalry (the 15th Cavalry).

I’m not sure whether it will be a horse cavalry or mechanized, or both. We leave here on or about the 27th,—It takes about two day for your mail to get here so time it so that the last one will get here about the 26th. I will give you my new address later, as soon as I can.

I recieved your pkg. today. Thanks ever so much. I can use it to an advantage. I would be using it now, but I left in a hurry—Ha!


Say Ruth, Just what is wrong with your stomach, you worry me—I wish I knew what was the matter—Do you know?

I don’t know what to think about the regiment I’m going to, I had my heart set on the horse cavalry, but there isn’t much you can do about it when they send the whole troop. Maybe I’ll like it, I don’t know. It’s rather warm today, the sun is hot—wind is a little cool.

They said we might be


be there 6 mos. and might only be there 2 or hard to tell how long—A lot of the fellows think that the will give us the fine touches and then it will be the jumping off places for us.—It sometimes makes a person wonder—Unh?

I just told Walton that this is a lot better then being outside—He says “Shit yeah”—Ha-Ha—That’s his favorite password. So you liked my essay on “girdles” unh? Ha.

I will now do my best to give in detail one of the greatest hazards of the modern world.


In fact they are two hazards (n) excuse me—not hazards (brazieres or brasieres or something) They make them in different ways so I believe, —Some hook (in the damndest maner) Some are [illegible word—pined or joined] from stem to stern and well in some cases they sure are a trial. Now I believe that it ought to be published (for a mans benefit)—just how they work. I know from my short experience that I had a little trouble opperating the mechanism.

Although I will say that tho they slow down the process, It is probably to our favor—


as it absolutly wouldn’t do to go to rapidly. Now, even if you do master the process of getting it unhooked, there remains the finesse of getting it off the shoulders—and then you usualy have enough safety pins left over to pin up a new dress. And then comes the process of hiding it afterward. “Don’t worry honey—Walton left before I started this. Maybe honey, that is enough on the subject—Want anymore? I could probably be more explicit.

You know—there is one nice thing about Camp F. it isn’t


any farther from Youngstown. It’s about 10 mi nearer.

Call Aunt Ruth and tell her not to write until she gets a new address.

Well Honey, guess I’ll say goodnight for now


I love you


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