Letters from George

Dear Marian Colorado

I was glad to hear from you. you will never make yourself a pest by writing. I like to hear from you. I might not answer your letters right away because they don't leave the lights on very long after we are done. I have plenty of time to write on weekends though. We get mail twice a day, in the morning right before lunch and after supper. I read it right away.

Don't worry about me doing anything radical. I show respect to officers, I salute them and call them sir and laugh at them under my breathe. They treat me all right. I haven't had any extra duty or punishment yet.

I can go to the movies in camp any night now. They have about eight theatres and they show popular pictures. I went to the big town Colorado Springs, a little bigger than Beverly. The night before last I snuck into a U.S.O. dance. We're allowed to go to them but this one was supposed to be only for artillerymen.

There's a tall goofy looking hill-billie that marches in front of me. He is so dumb they make him drill every night. When we are marching along and I want to start the guys I go around with laughing, I whisper to slim that he is out of step. He tries to change his step so he won't catch hell and he don't know how to do it. It looks like he's doing the Lindy Hop every time he tries to change.

I'm getting a lot of mail now. All of the sisters and John have written to me. I've got letters from Joe Jack Cramer, Helen Zigenfus, Clakey, and girls from Moorestown. Alec too.

I'm getting along swell and having a lot of fun. I hope you are all better by now.

Take it Easy your big brother George.

P.S. Congratulations on your birthday. I would have sent a card had I known it sooner.