Stanford Lynn Richards military letters home
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Letter from John Robert “Bob” Jordison, a lifelong friend of Lynn’s, to Mrs. Sarah La Preal Alger Richards, Lynn’s mother.
17 August 1943
Dear Mrs. Richards,
Well, how are all of you feeling down your way? I received a letter from home today, and Mon said Lynn was leaving on the 19th. I thought I would write and tell you not to worry too much about him, although, I know it is only natural for a boys mother to worry about him. I guess you know Lynn is the best friend I ever had, or ever hope to have. While we were together I learned to love and know him like a brother. My mother also learned to love Lynn a lot. He is the type of a boy that a person just can’t help liking. He has the best personality I have ever seen. He will always be well liked no matter where he goes. Another thing you don’t ever need about Lynn going wrong. The Air Corp takes the best care of their boys than any other branch of the service. From what I hear of the training station down in Florida, it is really a swell place. They bunk in the big summer resorts, and train down the beach. Coming from the home he does Lynn just can’t help making good in whatever he does. You have one of the best mannered homes I was ever in.
The following letters are from Stanford Lynn Richards to his parents.
In Denver for a few minutes. 9:10 Friday night. Having fun, don’t worry.
20 August 1943
Here we are in Wyoming. We left Salt Lake at about 11 o’clock and waited about an hour or so in Ogden. Then we traveled until about 5 am I think. Anyway, when I woke up we were side tracked in Wyoming. Then we started about 7:30 I guess and hit Green River about 8 o’clock. We were side tracked on a bridge crossing the river of Green River.
The country is the same as over in Emery County around the sage brush flats. Nothing to it. After Green River we hit Rock Springs and now we’re going again. It’s 9:20 now and I just finished breakfast. We got in the diner okay. Yokum and I are still together. Sleeping together in the lower. We have some guy in the upper that is just about too tall for the air corp. He is 6’ ¾”. We slept fairly well. When would want to roll we would just say “shift” and the way we go. Don’t worry about me. I’m okay and happy. They are a good bunch. We have us there in out seat and not one of us smoke. One drank coffee this morning, but he usually don’t. Yokum don’t belong to any church, but his mother wants him to join the Mormon Church. He says he don’t know, but I’ll fix him.
We picked up about 15 more cars it seems. There are a bunch of new air cadets anyway. Well, I’ll close now and write more later.
The first thing to tell you is that I finally got to Sunday School. Gee, it makes me feel so good all over. We had quite nice services, but I sure would like to be back in our own little church. Now tonight I’m going to sacrament meeting here on the beach. There is supposed to be two returned missionaries there to tell of their experiences. One from the Brazilian district and one from the New Zealand mission. I’m certainly looking forward to it.
Yesterday a bunch of fellows went on shipment. They stopped at my name. I hope I go next with the rest of our original flight. I may have washed out in the tests I took, but let’s hope not.
Say, Dad, I didn’t mean to bawl you out for not writing to me. Gee whiz, no. I would just like you to write in a sentence or two. It makes me think you’re alright. But say, didn’t you get my last money order for $20 and that signed check? You haven’t mentioned it and I was wondering.
Would you guys ask doctor Merrill what I can do or get to get rid of my athlete’s foot? I’ve used alcohol and a dozen other things, but I can’t seem to get rid of it. It isn’t bad, but it surely is a bother. I would appreciate it very much if you would ask him.
I have socks soaking now and they have to be washed out by church. I soak them in a very strong solution of Clorox to kill the athletes foot germ. Gee whiz, up here we don’t have time to even breathe. They keep us busy all the time. Now tomorrow we have K.P. again. That means we get up at 3 a.m. and work steady until 8 p.m. It kind of gets me disgusted, but I suppose there is a lot of things worse than that.
Say, did you hear from Montgomery’s? Please send me some more pictures of [rings?] if they take the watch. I like the idea very much.
Well, dad, it looks as if the war will be over next year to me, but we never know. I hope I’m right. Now I have to get busy at those clothes so I’ll close now. I love you both.
Love and kisses
26 August 1943 – Friday – 8:20 p.m.
My dearest parents,
Today we were surprised by K.P. duty. It is long hours and hard work, but a lot of fun. I get pretty hot here, but keep up on the salt tablets. I like it fine. I’m homesick and it’s hard, but I’ll get over it. Lastnight at P.X. I bought laundry soap, we all bought cleanser and tape to mark our drawers and beds. I love you both so very much. Please don’t worry.
28 August 1943 – Saturday – 8:25 a.m.
I just came back from chow. It was good, but nothing like your cooking, mom. It was really cool here last night. We have one sheet under us and none over us. How is the weather back there?
I wrote you a card yesterday (Friday) and I put the 26th on it I believe. Well, it was the 27th. See how fast the days go. I don’t believe I’ll get to go to church Sunday, tomorrow, but I’ll try. We’re still under restriction and it isn’t half bad. We don’t have time to do anything, anyway. Just clean and dust our room and squeeze in letters to you and Lois. After we get in college it’ll be okay. I’ll have plenty of time.
Now it’s 11:10 a.m. We were called out. We marched down to another hotel for out pillows, and then practiced marching and about face and all that junk.
I want to tell you not to worry about the heat down here. It’s the moist climate that makes me sweat. It really isn’t bad.
I have to get ready for chow now, so I’ll close with all my love.
Love and kisses
P.S. Tell the kids (Jack, Dorine, Gayle) hello and tell them I’m having fun.
29 August 1943 – Sunday – 11:20 a.m.
My Dearest Folks,
I was disappointed this morning or rather last night, to find out I couldn’t go to church this morning. We have to have the articles of War read to us first. We haven’t been here long enough to get them yet. I had to go see the Captain of our Training Group (TG). He said if we would miss it this Sunday, he thought it could be arranged so that we could go after this. We’ll have to furnish our own way, though.
It is cool today. The clouds are hanging over pretty heavy and that’s what I like. Last night I went swimming with Dean and then we went to the show “Spitfire.” It was good and I had a lot of fun. I wasn’t issued a tie on account of they haven’t any, so I had to buy one before I could go down town. I also bought me a pair of swimming trunks. I left with $55 and now I only have $36, but just don’t go worrying. I have spent some foolishly, but not an exceptionally lot. I have plenty to last me till I get out of here. It really is swell, though. We have a tub and shower and toilet. We also have a nice bed each. I’m going to try to get a box today or tomorrow for my civilian clothes to be sent home in. When they are out of my way, I’ll have more room for stuff around here.
This morning we learned how to put up storm windows. Then I got down and washed my clothes. Mom, dear, I washed my civilian shorts, but I didn’t get them too clean so I thought I would send them home to you and not try to wash anything I would be sending home. Is it okay? Oh, I have a little green hat in the clothes. Give it to Lois, will you? It is a souvineer (or somethin’). I was issued it and I already had one in my bag they gave me.
I’m going to write to Gayle, Jack, Dorine, and Lois today also. I’ll send the kids’s letters home and you can forward them on.
Oh yes, while I think of it, mom. Don’t you dare send me a box of candy or anything like that. If we have it here we have to buy an air tight can. They really cost here, so don’t bother. I’m very lonesome for the West, for Utah, and for Spring Canyon. It don’t bother me so much, though. It’s that nice, clean home in Spring Canyon that makes me feel bad. I wouldn’t miss the experience, though, so don’t worry. I love you all very much. And, Dad, if you find any junk you think you ought to get rid of, do it. There are a bunch of things I would never use there. Of course I’ll still be playing everything from jacks to football when I get out, so don’t throw too much away.
I just went to chow here. We had all the pork chops we could eat, a bowl of corn, some string beans, jam, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, two big squares of ice cream, fruit cocktail (big bowl), bread, butter, jam, and lemon juice. You see we eat pretty darn good. You know what they fed us sometimes on the train? Grits; I don’t know what they make them out of, but I don’t like it. They say all southern people eat it. The people here are surely hospitable, though. Even though they do eat grits.
Mom, I’m afraid I’ll have to send my suntans (dress pants and shirts) to the laundry. I haven’t an iron and we can’t buy any. Besides, I really haven’t any time. I’m going to keep up on church and my writing. I have plenty of money to take care of it, too.
Mom and Dad, I would like to get a lot of letters from you, but if you’re busy like you usually are don’t bother too much. Of course don’t neglect me entirely, but you know what I mean. I want your letters so bad my teeth ache (a matter of speech). I expect to get some either tomorrow or Tuesday. Say, do letters from here go clear to the West coast before coming there? Some of the fellow from the coast, or one anyway, got an answer today.
That fellow from Sparks, Nevada, was just in. He looked at my books from home and surely thought they were grand. He sent home for somewhile on the train I believe. He is really is an A-1 guy. He has been married 9 months and is so homesick he could die. He reminds me of Jack sorts only Jack is 100% better than any other boy I’ve ever seen or ever will. I am surely homesick for him. I was before I left though. Well, I’ll get busy and write the other letters now. Gee whiz, it’s 1:20 already. I never swear or smoke or drink or say or do anything wrong here so don’t worry about me. I have had two cokes since I left. One in Georgia and one here. It’s the only drink I could get. It was when I first got here, though, and I have passed it up all the other times, and will from now on. I don’t drink any of their tea and coffee here either. I take water. You know of course they haven’t much milk so we don’t get any to drink. Holy cow, some goof is trying to play a saxophone next door and is he crummy.
Your loving son
There is a Zepplin patrolling our bay, they sure are a pretty sight to watch. They just drift with the wind till they want to move.
P.S. Don’t forget those hangers. 8 or 10 of them.
I love you both
30 August 1943 – Monday Night – 8:20 p.m.
I have the same ink in my pen as when I started from home. Pretty good, huh?
Here I am again. Are you surprised?
It’s 8:30 now and I’m lying here on the bed in my G.I.shorts. Boy they’re really crummy. They have buttons up the front (3 of them) with ties on each side. Bow knots.
I have a heat rash from the moist climate, not from the heat.
Funny, huh? Well, Dad, it’s the truth. You know the sweat gets under my clothes and my clothes rub against them and my body. Everyone has it here. The sweat makes a lot of white heads, too, mom, and you can’t pinch them either, see. I expect mail tomorrow and it makes me feel happy as the devil. That heat rash don’t hurt anyone. It just itches a little.
Oh, yes, I about forgot to tell you. They started inspecting our rooms today and we didn’t get gigged (points off) for dust or dirty bathroom. It really keeps us busy, though, keeping it up. We lay down on the carpet in the daytime so we won’t mess our beds during the day. It’s very good training.
Larry Richards, my roommate, (he’s swell) has a nice little radio we use. It sure is nice.
We took our mental tests today and I don’t think I did so good (they don’t mean nothing). One was for the army and one for the Air Corps to see how much college I need. I didn’t guess at all either. I figured I’d better get all the college I could get.
I had my name engraved on my watch and also my serial number. It cost me four bits. I got me a good haircut. Not bull dog like Jack’s, just short. It’ll comb swell. Oh yes. I was going to tell you. I kneel down by my bed every night and pray silently and Mom my prayers are being answered. Every one of them.
I love you both
6 September 1943 – Monday -20 to 9 p.m.
I am a very happy guy this fine stormy evening. There are 20 or 30 Mormon fellows here in Miami Beach. I met a guy from Ogden and he got to go to church yesterday. He told me there was about 25 boys in uniform there. It sure made me feel good. There are about 8 or 9 of us others that are here.
We’re going to try to get together and hold a little meeting during the week here, then on Sundays we’ll all travel to church in Miami. There is also a fellow on our hotel floor that we found at chow. He is very much interested in our religion and borrowed my, or one of my books. He’s really a swell fellow. His girl is a Mormon and he has been studying for quite awhile. He sure was glad to find some Mormons. He just about bawled he was so thrilled. He’s really serious.
Well, anyway, I’m happy. How’s the arm, Pop? Getting along any better? It had better be. I know it is. Take good care of it and write me when your arm gets better. Don’t try to write now. You might hurt your arm.
Jack, you bandit, or I should say Sargeant Richards, how are you getting along? You better write to me mighty quick or I’ll be choking a superior non-com when I catch him. You, too, Dorine, you better get at some pen grabbin’ or I’ll thumb out to wherever you’re going some evening and pattle you. Boy, am I tough for being so little. Oh, if you don’t hear from me sometime, you’ll know it’s a hurricane and don’t worry because we’ll merely be confined to our rooms and they aren’t dangerous.
Did I tell you I have a rating. (Private) It looks good anyway and I’m proud of it.
7 September 1943 – Tuesday – 7:30 p.m.
Boy, I’m a real patriot. Red, white, and blue. I just ran out of blue ink and this is all we have in the room. The fact is, it was all they had the other night when I bought it. I bought it for Larry and he didn’t come, so as long as it wasn’t mine it was okay. I have to get me a bottle.
How’s the arm, Dad? Is it bothering you very much? I hope it doesn’t. Why don’t somebody write and tell me all the news? Gee whiz, I haven’t had a letter since Saturday and I don’t know rather it’s you guys or the mail. I guess it’s the mail. Boy, It had better be and I’m not foolin’. I’ll really give you the devil. I know you’re all busy, but gee just one little letter every two or three days would sure make me feel good. Yesterday we got down to some serious business. We got started on our basic training. Four hours of steady sitting watching motion pictures (dry, too.) on the shoulder weapons, Rifles and Tommy guns.
We didn’t know the last thing about it and it’s hard to catch by just seeing in on the screen. Then another thing is that it was just after we got up and we had to fight off sleep. (Boy, but a little sleep like that is certainly restful.)
Now, I’ve got to stop talking about basic training because I have something to tell you. Two fellows just came over and we talked about holding some discussions here on the Beach sometime. They said the branch over at Miami is so small that it’s won’t hold all the fellows and they said there were a lot of Mormons here on the Beach. We’ll try to hold some kind of services here instead of going over there. I’m going over once, though, even if I have to go alone. I want to visit their church. We would like to go to mutual on Tuesdays, too, but won’t be able to make it. We can get together here anyway and have a lot of fun. Write and tell us what you think of it. I’ll have to close and walk downtown for a walk. I’m getting that homesickish feeling and I have to get out of this hotel room to get rid of it.
9 September 1943 – Thursday – 9:30 p.m
Dearest Folks, and Jack (if home, I hope so.)
I haven’t changed a bit. I just took a bath and I splashed water all over the floor, the same as ever.
How’s the arm coming along, Dad?
Tell me how it’s coming in every letter you guys write. I feel fine. I eat like a horse, sleep good and feel better than I have for a long time. Don’t you guys worry one bit about me.
Mom, if you haven’t sent my camera will you please send it? There are a lot of pictures I would like to get before I’m shipped to college. Also send those pictures we took that day in S. Lake when I left. If you haven’t had them developed, send the roll and let me get them done here. I want some pictures of you all.
Today I got a letter from you and I was sure glad to get it, and find out Dad was getting better and you were fine, except for a few teeth gone. (about 16, huh?) I’ll bet you look cute. Gee, buy I love you both millions and millions. I’m cheating right now. I put my fatigue jacket up to the window (bathroom) and I have the bathroom light on now, writing to you.
[?] Thacker wrote me a letter, but mother I’m so busy I can barely find time to write to you and Lois. Please let her know and tell her I’ll keep her address and write to her as soon as I can. Thanks a lot.
Love and kisses
P.S. Dad, I’m going to be able to sight right on a deer after I get back, anyway.
16 September 1943 – Thursday – 7:10 p.m.
Good news, I had K.P. yesterday afternoon. I didn’t have time to write a letter to you last night, so I just wrote a note to Lois. We got home just before lights went out. We had fun, though, in spite of it. Of course my luck took me straight to the dishwashing room again. We sang all during chow. We had the sargeants in charge of us singing just as loud as us. We were all hoarse when we left.
How are things at home? Is Dad getting better. I got two letters from you guys today, two from Lois, one from Junior, one from Bob and one from George Arge[sp?]. I was really loaded down. Junior’s was sure cute. I’ll answer that one first.
I’m doing nicely here. I’ve been her over half of the time I’m supposed to be here now. From here on out the training is more or less up to me. We have 8 more days on the drill field where we’ll learn of all the correct sight pictures and perfect our shooting positions. Then we’ll go to “tent city” where we’ll fire and try for marksmanship honors, then I guess it’s anything they want to do with us. We’re coming along fine, though. We’ll be through here before we know it. Well, I have to go downtown for a suit of suntans from the laundry, so I’ll close and write again tomorrow.
Love and kisses
P.S. Will you please send my camera if you haven’t done so already. Just me.
20 September 1943 – Monday – Miami Beach, Florida
Just a little gift to the grandest parents in this whole, wide world. I love you both very much and I have knelt down so many times and thanked the Lord for the fine parentage he gave me. I feel us kids are the luckiest on the face of the earth for the teachings and habits we have attained through “Mom and Dad.”
Love to you both
I sent you a pin, mom. I couldn’t find anything I thought Dad would like, but I’m still trying.
21 September 1943 – Tuesday – 8:35 p.m.
I just have a few minutes tonight to write to the grandest parents in the whole world. First don’t send any parcels from the time you get the letter. In 5 days I leave (Sunday) for tent city. We [?] it. It’s about 10 miles away. It’s the firing range and gas chambers. After that we’ll probably go on shipment list. Then we don’t know how long we’ll be here or anything. Send your letters though.
I’m about over my homesickness now. It doesn’t bother me very much.
I got a letter from Mrs. Jordison yesterday. Tell her I’ll write as soon as I can. I just haven’t time right now. We are so busy. I lost Jack and Gayle and Dorine’s addresses. Tell them I’ll write as soon as I get it. Gee, I felt bad. I thought I had saved those letters, but I didn’t. Tell them will you please?
Listen, Dad, you don’t have to rub it in. Next time we go deer hunting I’m going to really get some results, see. How is your arm coming along? I hope it’s about better.
I sure have a lulu of a pimple on my neck. I have some rubbing alcohol to go on them and they aren’t bad. I’m fine and I don’t know if I’ve gained or lost. I can sweat 4 lbs. off in 1 and ½ days. You can see how much I sweat. It really doesn’t bother me now. I’m used to it. Well, it’s time to close.
Love and kisses
23 September 1943 – Thursday – 8:25 p.m.
I didn’t get a chance to write you yesterday I was just going to start writing to Lois and you when they called our flight out for guard duty. It was after chow and everything. I had about 15 minutes to get ready in and I was really hustleing. I was lucky and got the 8 to 10 shift. I had to get the shades down at eight and get the lights out at 9. The hotel I had was a 7 story building. It is really big and I got called every name under the sun when I made them turn out the lights. Apparently, in one room, they had a crap game or card game or something going. I really enjoyed myself. I was boss and I sure liked it. I was just hoping some officer would walk into my boundary and I really would have made him shuffle out of there.
Well, we had a cloudburst today and we were right out in it. Marching from the drill field and calisthentics.
They are giving a washout test to us soon. I’m naturally going to do my best. I really want to pass. It surely worries me, though.
Say, I’ll bet that was a pleasant surprise to see Don again. I heard he was in Florida and every naval officer I seen I would look to see if it could be Don, but I didn’t have too much luck. I’ll bet he really looks nice. What is he going to do now?
We signed the payroll tonight so I guess we get paid about the first. That’ll be just about the time we get back from tent city. Gee, I still have $23.00 left. That’s counting my check for August pay. I haven’t cashed it yet. I’m not going to until I get ready to send money home. I’ll also send you guys my money for tithing and you can pay it for me if you will please.
Gee whiz, I’m certainly glad dad is getting better. I sure was worried about him. He must have lost quite a few lbs. but he’ll get it back. Won’t you pop? Gee, it’s almost nine so I’ll have to close.
Love and kisses
P.S. Don’t you dare worry about me. I’m swell and happy.
27 September 1943 – Monday – 7: p.m
How are the grandest parents on earth getting along? Is the arm better dad? And how are you feeling now mom? Are you going to be able to be the referee for daad and I. I’m really going to give him a cleaning when I get home.
I received a letter from Gayle and Ken today and one from Lois, But none from you. Mother, I know you have been squeezing in a letter to me every day. You don’t need to. Gee whiz, you’re so busy all the time. Why don’t you take turns writing to us kids. I’m completely over my homesickness now. Of course I miss you all so much and I miss Lois an awfully lot, but now it isn’t half bad. I like this place fairly well, but there are a lot of placed I would sooner be.
We didn’t go to tent city. I guess I told you in yesterday’s letter. It rained us out and it rained a lot harder than before, today. I don’t know what we’ll do. We stayed right in the hotel this afternoon and listened to lectures. Easy life.
Dick just came back from getting some pictures he took. They surely are good. I’m having a set printed to send to Lois. She’ll let you see them. I would get two sets, one for you, too, only they’ll only print one to a customer. I’ll try though.
Boy, I’m telling you, this air corp basic training is just like a picnic. It gets a little tough some days and we get pretty tired, but it’s the heat and not the work. If we had one day of the basic Jack has been talking about 9/10ths of us would drop out. This stuff is simple. We do have to walk six miles or a little over a day, but it’s scattered out and is very easy. Just asphalt roads to walk on. They told us college would be tough and I guess they’re right. I’m going to do my best to make it and if I happen not to why I’ll know I’ve tried. I’ll close and write to Gayle and Ken.
28 September 1943 – Tuesday – 11 a.m.
Here’s that guy again. Feeling fine considering a very nice cloudburst we marched home in again today. It was about a foot deep in the street at one place we marched in and deeper than that in other parts, but we went around them. I’m changed now and have on dry clothes. We have our raincoats with us when it’s cloudy. I have no idea whatsoever of what we’ll do this afternoon. They told us this morning we were going to tent city tomorrow, and I hope so. The sooner we go, the sooner we’ll be able to go on to college. They say we have to go out on the range before we can leave here.
It’s quite cool here now. It’s that blasted sun that makes things so hot. Last night I really slept good. I woke up once and had a chill going up my back and it felt so good that I went back to sleep and slept all night with no trouble at all.
We get paid Thursday. I only have $19.00 left. I sure have spent a lot the last little while. I can tighten down a lot and have just as much fun. I have had a lot of laundry bills lately. I have had to get two suits cleaned a week for the last two weeks. Then it takes about a dollar for a show Saturday nights and fare to and from Miami for church. I’ll get along very well, though, if I keep $30 each month. I may be able to spend it and I may not. I’ll see after the first month. I’ll have $3.75 taken out for bonds and my insurance take out. It’ll leave around $42 I imagine. Let’s see I’ll only need to keep $11 out of this months pay. I’ll need $7.00 for tithing and I’m sending the rest home. I want you to have it. I won’t need it at all. If you don’t use it when I send it I’ll see that I guy you a bond each month so I’ll know you have to take it.
I wish they would have mail call, they have the mail down there, but the Change Quarters (AP.FC. that think’s he’s a one stripe general) won’t give it out. If he doesn’t stop monkeying around we’ll have to report him to the Chaplain and when that happens they really get in the ditch. No fooling. These chaplains down here really get behind the ball for the men. Well, I’ll close now and hang my wet clothes up to dry.
Love and kisses
P.S. I’m on guard duty again tonight and we go to tent city tomorrow. I like guard duty and the idea of tent city.
30 November 1943 – Eau Claire, Wisc.
We got here in good and a cold condition. It’s really cold, but just to get away from Miami is really swell. The set up is wonderful. It couldn’t be better.
Mom, we’re restricted here for 3 weeks. Would you get a few little things for me and I’ll pay you when we get paid. You see, we missed our pay this time. I have a bond coming home about next month and I want you to cash them both when you can and take the money.
We have barracks here but I’m going to like it. We have to have out laundry done. We get a set of O.D.’s, a set of fatigues and all our underclothes, hankies, socks, and towels done for $.75 a week. Not bad at all. We have to get a 1 inch haircut and have it cut every week. I also have to put $7 or $8 for a guy outfit they issue us. It’s all compulsory. I like it, however.
I love you both an awfully lot. I believe they have church here, too. Gee, I’ve certainly been blessed in every way since I came in the army. We eat as we would in a civilian cafeteria. All the bilk, butter, and everything we can eat. I’ll write as often as I can. I’ll tell you all about it when I have time to write again, but we’re high up here and there are quakers all around. Evidently, it’s good hunting here. There are 30,000 people in the city. I guess they treat the guys pretty good.
We won’t have much time to write, but I’ll write just as often as possible
Is Dorine home yet? If she is here’s a big kiss for her x o – Did she get it? I’ll answer Jack’s and Gayle’s and Dorine’s letter as soon as I can.
I’m sorry this isn’t air mail, but I haven’t any stamps. I used the last one on Lois’s letter. The trip was swell, we made it in 52 hours.
Now don’t worry about me at all. I’ll be fine. This is what we joined the air corps for. We have to be perfect in dress and our bunks have to be made one and only one way.
I’ll close now and write later.
Love and kisses
The address is on the envelope.
24 November 1943 – Wednesday
I surely laughed to myself this morning. Our flight was on special detail and I was out sweeping the streets. I was just imagining how I would have been half way through college if we would have gone out when we should have. Now we’re still in basic.
Say, what do you think about the news? Germany is really hot I guess. I hope they burn Berlin until there isn’t a person left alive in it. Let’s hope they keep it up. I got two parcels from you today – no I got them yesterday. What’s the matter with me. Anyway, I want to thank you lots for them. I’ll really eat tomorrow. That is unless Roosevelt decides differently.
It looks as if we have to wait again for shipment. I don’t think we’re going to ship for awhile, it just isn’t our luck. They’re shipping guys out of here that came in a long time after us. I don’t know. Maybe they’ve lost our records or something. They posted another “washout” list today, but not for our flight. You know Sam washed out. It surely made him feel bad. He moved down to another training group today. The suspense is sure hard on the nerves. If they don’t hussle and tell us they’ll have a squadron of nervous wrecks on their hands.
It’s noon now and I have eaten chow. It was pretty good. They’re supposed to have a real good dinner tomorrow. I’m sure hopin’ that we don’t have K.P. tomorrow. That would just about break my heart. Yessir, I believe it would.
I didn’t get any mail today so far. Maybe I’ll get some tonight. The other day I got 6 and since then they’ve been coming pretty regular. It sure is a nice day. All the flowers are in bloom and the sun is shining. But I sure feel undressed or something without mountains around. The ocean is quite calm today. There are coast guard cutters and merchant marine ships out a little ways. The navy fliers are flying very low over the water in practice maneuvers. It sure is something to watch them. The other day they would dive down and fly just barely above the water. Out in front the creek is quite high with sighseeing boats going up and down it. It’s alright if you like it, but I’ll take winter any day. Well, now I have to close and fall out for the field I guess. I love you both. I won’t answer Dorine’s letter until she gets home.
Love and kisses
5 December 1943 – 10 after 11
Dearest Mom, Dad and Dorine,
Here I am home again on Sunday morning. I’m the only Mormon here except Dick. I’m going to go to church just as often as I can, but until we’re out of restriction one of the student officers or more have to go with us. They hold our church in the K.[?] hall my directory says. I hope they still have it. But just as soon as I can I’m going to go and go steady. You see, we’re off all day Sunday until 9:30 p.m. That’ll probably give me a chance to go to Sacrament meeting too unless I have too many lessons. If I do I’ll have to stay here and study.
Mom, if you haven’t sent my house slippers don’t. The reason is that we need to have brown with plain toes. I had to throw my civilian shoes away because they weren’t plain toes. They had holes across the band and also the band that went across the toes. They weren’t worth sending home. They were also too small for me. They had to be resoled, new heels and so I didn’t think it was worth it. They didn’t look to good either. If you happen to get hold of an extra shoe stamp please send it to me and I’ll buy me a plain toe style. Oh, and is it true that you can’t get any needles down there? I’ll buy you a few packages as soon as I can and send to you. I bought dad the book “Guadalcanal Diary” in Florida and didn’t get a chance to send it. I’ll send it as soon as I can.
Dorine, how does it feel to be home again? I’ll bet it seems good, don’t it? I was just thinking how funny it is. You were happy when Mrs. Johnson moved away from us up in the other house and now you come home and there she is. She isn’t so bad is she?
I’m glad the church has grown. I knew it would. Do they have large mutual there, too? And how are the Boy Scouts coming along? Boy, it surprises you how much respect they pay to the boy scouts here in the army.
Another thing about this branch of the service that seems funny is that we aren’t allowed to talk to anyone from Camp McCoy which is the closest army camp 90 miles away. They have a bad name and the aviation students have a very good name here, so they say, and that’s that. I don’t understand half their regulations here, but I won’t argue with them. We can’t talk to civilians during duty hours either. That’s so the girls and [?] won’t make love in the halls or during duty hours I guess. Oh, it’s just like a prison, but I’m not fussy one way or another.
I received your letters written just before Thanksgiving yesterday. I surely enjoyed them.
Don’t you guys worry about me at Christmas. I’ll be happy. I’ll have a good time just relaxing for a day.
I’m going to send that officer’s shirt and pants home. You can send them to Jack if you will. The collar buttons will have to be moved over to fit his neck, and I guess he can get anything else fixed that needs to be done. He can have the pants, too. Maybe the waist is too small, but they’ll be too long. He can have them patched and shortened.
This place is like a nice dream. Excellent food and everything. The only trouble is we haven’t enough spare time. Boy, by what I found out about O.C.S. at Miami Beach I’ll take that anytime compared to this. This is really strict business. But it’ll sure do me a lot of good.
This afternoon I have to study. I have some aeronautical terms to learn, and some reading. So I’ll be quite busy. Last night we all sewed on our patches and I sewed on about 10 buttons also. Boy I’ll really make a good wife. Yessir. Dishes and sewing, housework. Boy, will I be a hustleer.
Did you get my letter about not sending Lois’s ring to me. Gee, I would like to see it first though. See, the trouble is I’m afraid I can’t get it back in time. I’ll be restricted until the 12th of Dec. Then I can’t get to town until Saturday afternoon, that’ll be the 18th. See what I mean?
Well, I’ll have to close now. It’s noon and time to eat. I [?] you all.
Love and kisses
P.S. I always pray before going to bed and it really helps out. How’s Marylynn[?]?
9 May 1944 – Tuesday
Well, Dick got washed out today because of his bad knee. They wouldn’t operate on it, either unless he threw it out. Isn’t that screwy. They said it was the worse thing or knee they had ever seen. It has a floating cartlege and something else but they didn’t know what. They wouldn’t give him a C.D.D. either, so he’s going to try to bleed one out of them and I surely hope he does.
Well, we’re still waiting for school. I guess we’ll never get there.
Thanks a million for the package and shorts, I’ll pay you for them. I’ll send your towels just as soon as I can so it may be a little while but they’ll get there. I only have a couple minutes before lights out so I’ll close. It’s only a note but that’s all the time I have. I’ll write a long one tomorrow if I don’t get K.P. Oh say, they have Mormon services here on the post. Both Sunday School, Sacrament Meeting and mutual. I’m sure gonna’ go. I love you both very much.
I heard from Jack today.
Love and kisses