Letters from George

Dear Marian

I know it has been a little while since I've written last. Its a long story. I know it sounds like a poor excuse but no kidding its the truth. Bigshots came to watch us. They were disgusted with the physical condition of our company. They gave our officers hell for it and they have been riding us. We work hard all day then almost every night they have been taking us out on night hikes or something. When they do give us a night off I've either been going to a movie to relax or falling right to sleep after supper.

Thanks for sending me your mother-in-laws address. I haven't even wrote and thanked her yet but I'm sending a card today. I was glad to get those pictures of Gary. He really is cute. I won't be able to take any more pictures myself. I can't get any of the size film I need and we were given orders to send our cameras home right away. I'm going to have some pictures taken in town next week. I don't think I ever saw Glen Ford but he must be a comedian because I'm not a bit better looking than when I left home.

I didn't even qualify with the rifle. I thought for sure I would be able to write and say I made sharpshooter or even expert because I was almost perfect in practice firing. The day we fired for record it was six below zero and I shot all over the target. I missed qualifying by three points. It didn't have anything to do with me not getting a furlough though. All weekend passes and furloughs were cancelled even for the guys that have been here six months and had furlough papers. I think it is because we are going on maneuvers for a month or two down South. They won't let anyone go past the ten mile limit from the Camp.

I'll write again soon. If you don't hear from me again soon don't worry because I might be on maneuvers.

Best Wishes to All George