In His Words: The Letters


            Without a doubt, the brightest spot of any soldier’s time in the field was receiving mail from home, and in this regard, my father was no exception.  He also became a regular letter-writer himself, sometimes composing his letters in very adverse conditions.  When one considers that the letters to George from home were shipped to India, flown over “The Hump” (The Himalaya Mountains), and dropped by parachute into battle zones, it was rather amazing that he received so many of them, as well as the many packages his family sent to him.  The same can be said in reverse about the letters he sent home.  My grandmother Margaret Haupin carefully saved each of the 160 letters she received from her son George during the War.  They are all still in pristine condition, even after almost 70 years.  It is hard to believe that the exception of my dear Aunt Lucille, all of the Haupin Family members who were alive during the war years and who figure prominently in thise letters have all passed away.

            The George Haupin of these letters is in many ways a different person from the father I knew growing up.  In the letters, he ranged in age from 18 to 21, and is still a boy in many respects.  He is still just a kid, but exceptionally fit and supremely confident in his abilities in the field.  And yet, in matters outside the Army, he’s very insecure about exactly where he will fit in when he comes home.  He’s talking to his Mom and Dad, but also to himself.  Reading through these letters was a major revelation to me, as I am sure it will be to all the friends and family members who knew and loved him.  They almost make it seem that he is alive again.  

            On the other hand, reading the letters is a little like trying to reconstruct a work of art which has many sections missing.   For one thing, with the exception of the September 23, 1943 letters, and also the very last letter in the collection, it is entirely a one-way conversation.  No doubt, my father carried letters through Burma as long as he could, but none of them have survived.  The only ones remaining are Dad’s letters TO his folks. Moreover, during their time overseas, American servicemen were not allowed to write too many specific details of where they were or what they were doing.  To do so would get them in trouble with the censors, and indeed, there were several letters with sections cut out and photographs missing.  The most informative letters are those written during the basic training period in the States, and also those from the fall of 1945, when the censorship ended.  When reading the letters from the time between these two periods, one has to read between the lines a bit.  

            One constant theme to be found in the letters are the many requests George makes to his parents for candy, snack foods and other foodstuffs sent from home.  Taken out of context, these requests might seem a little odd and childish to the casual contemporary reader of today.  However, to any American soldier in Burma in 1944-45, having these little luxuries from home was serious business.  For much of the time in that theater of the war, our soldiers were kept on a starvation diet, being given food with grossly insufficient caloric content to sustain them on the strenuous marches they endured.  When he entered the Army in 1943, George was a superb athlete weighing 207 pounds.   His weight when he boarded the troopship for overseas was 188.  When he returned home in January of 1946, his weight had only rebounded to 160.  Most personal accounts of other servicemen noted similar catastrophic weight loss during their time in combat.  For much of the time behind enemy lines, cooking fires were not allowed.  Ammunition and food for the mules was usually a much higher priority item to drop by air than food rations.  And when these rations did come, they were often almost inedible.  Items like candy, cookies, and the ultimate dream-food, peanut butter, were excellent high-calorie, high-energy foods which could be eaten on the march and even under heavy artillery barrage without the need for cooking or preparation.  And all of these coveted items were not available locally in Burma.  Of course my father requested these items from his parents, and when he received them, he shared them with all of his comrades.  This was the norm for our servicemen overseas who were fortunate enough to have folks at home supporting them.

                                                                          July 2, 1943 (Fort Dix)

                                                                       Saturday, 12:00 A.M.

Dear Mom, Dad and Lu,

            Well I have arrived at Fort Dix, and have now had all my tests and been issued my equipment.

            We arrived here about 2:15 yesterday.  They then gave us a lunch of an orange, a meat sandwich and a bottle of milk.  After this we were issued duffel bags with a lot of equipment in them.  They included 3 towels, comb, toothbrush, razor and blades, soap, canteen, mess kit, knife, fork and spoon, and a raincoat.

            After getting this, we were assigned to various companies.  Incidentally, I am in I.  Our company is living in tents.  We had ‘til 7:00 to prepare for inspection.  We passed easily, because we straightened our tent up thoroughly.

            At 7:15 we went for our injections and our uniforms.  The shorts make your arm rather sore, but I guess it will go away.  We received two winter uniforms, two summer ones, 5 pairs of socks, 3 pairs of light underwear, 2 pairs of winter underwear, a blouse, a winter cap, a summer cap, helmet, leggings, jacket, two ties, and two pairs of heavy shoes.  I also forgot to mention a fatigue suit and hat which we wear all the time around here.

            For supper we had steak stew, tomatoes, peas, milk and cake.  After finishing our “chow,” we had to shine up our kit.

            We took our I.Q., Mechanical and Radio test last nite.  I do hope that I did well.

            All lights had to be out by 10:00, but we did not have to be in bed till 11:00.

            We got up at 5:00 this morning, and had to make our beds (The army does it a special way.) and then sweep and mop the cabin before 5:30.  At 5:30 we had roll call, and then at 5:45 we ate.  For breakfast they gave us Wheaties, eggs, bread, plums, oranges and milk.

            So far, I think the Army is swell, and all the fellows which I tent with, and have met so far are tops.           

            Well, there is nothing much more to say now, but I’ll write again soon.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

P.S.: I hope everyone is well, and please excuse the writing.

 


                                                                                    July 28, 1943

Dear Mom, Dad, and Lucy,

            Please don’t be mad at me for not writing for some time, but there were so many things to do, that I was unable to get around to it.   I have now been in the army for five days (Last Friday was counted as a full day) and it has become a little tiresome here, because we just live from day to day waiting to leave for our basic training camp.

            Right now I am in my tent watching two of my tent mates pack up their things.  They are leaving for their permanent camp this afternoon.  I really hate to see them go, because they are two of the nicest fellows whom I have ever met.  One fellow is 19, and is from Bloomfield, and the other is 26, is married and lives in a small town in North Jersey.

            Remember Joe Murano?  Well he left our company this morning for his basic training.

            I have gotten to know quite a few fellows in my company, and I now feel like a veteran after 5 days.

            Yesterday, I had K.P.   It was not for punishment, but everyone had to have a turn.  I had to get up at 4:30, and then be ready to work at 5:00.   We worked straight through from 5:00 in the morning till 7:00 at night.  They were really hard-working hours, because we were not allowed to relax hardly at all.  We did everything including mopping and sweeping the mess hall floors, dishing out food, washing dishes, taking care of furnaces, peeling “spuds”, shelling peas, and scraping carrots.  That 14 hours is the most that I have [worked] so far here, but my turn to have K.P. will probably come again soon.

            How is your canteen work coming Lu?  Also, I would like to hear from that girl, Phyllis, if it is possible.

            Well, I hope you are all in good health, and I will write again soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    July 31, 1943, 10:45 A.M.

Dear Mom, Dad and Lucy,

            I have finally arrived at my permanent camp.  We are going to train for 17 weeks here.  I am in the heavy field artillery (240 millimeter guns).  Don’t ask me how I got in the artillery, for all I know is that I am here.

            We left Fort Dix Wednesday morning at 12:30 P.M., and arrived at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, at 1:30 Thursday afternoon.  While passing through the states Virginia, Delaware, Pennsylvania and Washington D.C., I was seeing them all, and I felt New Jersey was tops.

            I saw tobacco fields, cotton fields, watermelons, etc.  The heat was terrific when we arrived here; the heat was so terrific that it almost knocked us off our feet.

            There were mostly fellows from Mississippi, North Carolina, Virginia, and Georgia in the barracks where I live.  They are a bunch of swell fellows, and we northerners are getting along fine with them.  It seemed very strange to hear the various Southern Drawls.

            The food here is superb.   We have had milk, wonderful pancakes, eggs, bacon, homemade bread, carrots, kidney beans, and coffee.  They treat us wonderful in every way.  Now we don’t have to get up ‘til 6:00, which is quite a change.

            Coming down here, we passed through such towns as Philadelphia, Penn, Raleigh, NC, Washington DC, Richmond, VA, etc.

            We will get training in riflery, machine guns, 240 mm. cannons, driving trucks, and tractors.

            How are things going at home?  Lu, have you met any other nice fellows in your canteen work?

            Mom, thanks an awful lot for the letter you sent me.

            I want you to know that no matter where I am, or what I am doing, I will always be thinking of you.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Please try to write.

 

                                                                                    August 6th , 1943

Dear Folks,

            Please forgive me for not writing sooner, but for these past 5 days I have never been so busy in my life.

            On Monday, we lined up for our daily program at 8:00.   We were then marched to the drill field, where we had calisthenics for about 45 minutes.  We had to lift logs around, to build up our muscles, and then go over a commando course.  We are given a lot of marching down here, and all of it is done on the drill field with the hot sun beating down on us.  The temperature averages 103 degrees in the sun, which is hot in anyone’s language.  

            For the past three days, we have worked all day, and then have gone to lectures in the evening from 7:00 to 9:30.  This gives us about an hour’s free time each day.  However, don’t get the idea that I don’t like this training, because I really am enjoying it more as I get used to it.  After all, they always say the first few weeks are the hardest.

            I have received letters so far from Harlow,  John Lowe, and three other friends.

            We only have to go to classes half-day tomorrow (Sat.) so I will try to write to you again then.  Thank you for all the letters which you people have sent me.  You can’t imagine how nice it is to receive mail from you folks.

            I received a postcard from Jean and Walt today, and I shall write to them tomorrow.

            About my financial condition, I would appreciate it if you would send me $10.00,which would last me till the end of August when I get paid.  I have tried to be saving so far, and I feel that spending only $5.50 in over 2 weeks is pretty good.  Some of the fellows brought $20 or $25, and now don’t have as much left as me, so I shall try to continue in this respect.

            I will repay you the $10.00 when I get paid.

            Daddy, I am writing a letter to Miss Terhune thanking her for that $50 war bond, so I have not slipped up on that.  It certainly was swell for her to do that.

            Well, I will close now but I will write as soon as possible.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Please excuse the writing, but I have a lot of writing to do in a short time tonite.

P.P.S. Please send the money as soon as possible.                        

 

 

                                                                        August 8th, 1943

Dear Folks,

            I don’t know whether you got my other letter yet, but here I am writing again.  I am now in my barracks lying on my bed writing this letter.  The boys from the south have two guitars, and they are singing hillbilly songs, and it really is swell.  I have played my harmonica an awful lot so far, and dad, you were right when you said other people would enjoy hearing a harmonica.

            The fellows in our barracks play cards and crap games a whole lot, and some fellows lose quite a lot of money.  However, you won’t find me playing those games, for in the first place I don’t know anything about the games and second, I don’t want to lose my money.

            Today, I wrote to Jean and Walt and some of my classmates, so you see I am trying to keep up my correspondence.

            Mother, you know that picture of the 4 color guards, which I have in my room?  I would appreciate it if you could sent it the next time you go down to Bloomfield.

            Well, there is nothing more that I can say right now, so I’ll close.  Hoping to hear from you soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.:  I got this stationary in the Recreation Hall for nothing!

 

 

                                                                        August 8th, 1943, Fort Bragg, N.C.

Dear Jeanie and Walt,

            I received your postcard the other day, and was very happy to hear from you.   It really seems good to receive mail when you’re in the army.  I am located at Fort Bragg, which is about 700 miles from home, and so there will be no chance to go home on a weekend pass.  These passes are issued every week, and allow you to leave the camp from 1:00 Sat. afternoon to 11:00 Sunday night.  My basic training is to last 17 weeks, because I am in a specialized branch of the Field Artillery.  I am undergoing training in the 240 millimeter howitzer, which is the largest mobile gun in the field artillery.

            So far we have had a very stiff training schedule, which included commando courses, calisthenics, extensive marching, instruction in the Garand rifle, and classes in military courtesy, chemical warfare, motors, assembling of 240 mm. howitzer and a few other classes, which I can’t think of offhand.

            In a few weeks, we are going to have to go over an infiltration course, which is the one Walt was talking about (with machine guns firing at us).  Two days ago we went on a 22 mile hike with full packs, but I don’t think that we will do much more of long hiking until our ten day problem.

            The fellows in my barrack are some of the swellest I have ever met in my life.  About half of them live in Mississippi, and it is funny to hear them talk with that southern accent. The rest of the fellows come from New Jersey, Mass., Conn, Virginia, and Pennsylvania.

            Jean, there is one thing which I would like to talk over with you.  I have been here for a week now, and all during that time, the officers have kept telling us to get as much out of the course as possible, because most of our battery are going overseas right after our basic training.  I don’t believe that they are trying to fool us, because they are too sincere men for that.  What I would like to ask you is--do you think that I should forget about the army specialized training program which I am in, [to] possibly go overseas, or to take that opportunity, and to go to some college.  I [would be] thought of as a slacker by being sent to some college, while my Battery is somewhere overseas, possibly in Sicily. 

            If you could throw a little light on this subject as to what I should do I wish you would.

            Please don’t tell the Folks about what I have said.  I do hope you and Walt are in fine health, and please write to me soon.

                                                                                    Your loving brother,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                                    August 11th

Dear Mom, Dad and Lu,

            I received quite a few letters from all of you today, and was very happy to receive them.

            Mom, daddy told me about you injuring your knee.  Please take care of yourself, and get well soon.  Please let me know how your knee gets, because I’ll be waiting anxiously to know.   

            Daddy, thank you very much for the money which you sent me.  Don’t worry about my spending it too fast, because I shall make it last till I get my pay, and then I’ll pay you back the money.

            We worked very hard today, and we just about dropped from exhaustion due to the terrific heat here.

            About my weight, I now weigh 195 lbs. with all my clothes on, including my GI shoes.  This means that I now weigh about 190, which is quite a drop.  When I went in this army, I weighed 207, so I have lost quite a bit of weight.

            Dad, I will try to look up Dix Crosby this week.

            Lucille, thank you for the nice letter which you sent me earlier this week.  How is your U.S.O. work going?

            Yesterday, we had instructions in gas masks, and then had to go through a gas chamber with tear gas in it.  First we walked through it without masks, and then with.  That tear gas is powerful stuff!  I felt like your eyes were burning out, but it was very good training, and made us appreciate gas masks.

            We also had some training in Judo (dirty fighting).  This also is good experience, because it teaches you how to handle yourself.  Some of the training may seem rather cruel, but one doesn’t think of that when it is a question of you living, or the enemy.

         Well, I’ll have to close now, but please, Mother, try to get well as soon as the Lord will let you.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    August 18th , 1943 “Fort Bragg”

Dear Folks,

            Well, I guess you’ve been wondering why I have not written.   Well I have been very busy this past Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Monday nite we went on a 14 mile hike, and so I couldn’t possibly write and last nite I went to a stage door canteen show which was given in the U.S.O. on the Fort Bragg post.

            Tonite, our whole Battery, which consists of four barracks had to move to new barracks, and I just got done moving all my stuff.  We had to move our beds, clothes, footlockers and everything.  I had a fellow help me move my things, and then I helped him, and that way we got everything done with very little effort.

            This last weekend, I received my first pass, allowing me to leave the camp from 1:00 Saturday afternoon till 11:00 Sunday nite.

            During that time, I went to Fayetteville, which is about 10 miles from the camp, and enjoyed myself at the service clubs there.  There are 3 clubs in the town, and they really are a pleasure to the soldiers.  Saturday afternoon, I went roller-skating at the U.S.O. club, and Saturday nite I went to a U.S.O. dance.  The place was packed with service men, and we only got about ½ minute with a girl, before another fellow cut in, but it was lots of fun anyway.  Sunday I just stayed around the camp, washed my clothes, and straightened things up.  Sunday nite I went to a community sing, in which a young singer star led the songs, and about 1000 of us servicemen sang with her.  It really made me quite sad to hear all those familiar songs, such as “You’ll Never Know,” “Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer,” and many others.

            Last nite, I went to that Stage Door Canteen show I was talking about.  There were lots of hostesses, and all of them were either officers’ wives, or daughters of the officers.  We sang lots and lots of songs, and then they served us cake and punch.  (They made the cake themselves.)  It really was a wonderful show, and they had a grand orchestra to dance to.

            It really is wonderful how they treat us here, and try to make you feel at home.

            Today, we went on the commando course for the first time, and out of the eight men which I started with, I beat them all to the finish, so I felt rather good over that.  It really is a tough course, but lots of fun.

            So far I have not been “gigged” for anything, in the time I have been here.  By being gigged, I mean having my name taken down for a dirty rifle, unshaven, haircut, bed not made properly, things in my locker not arranged correctly, dirt under the bed, etc.  I consider that very good because out of the 60 men in my barrack, there are only about 9 who have not been “gigged” for various things.

            Well, I will have to stop now, but I will write again soon.  I hope everyone is well, and healthy.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

P.S.  Please excuse the scribble, but I am writing with a pen at the “rec” hall, and they are very poor.

 

 

                                                                                    August, (27) 1943

Dear Folks,

             I am very sorry that I did not write sooner, but they have kept us busy up to 10:00 this past week, and I have had no time to do anything but eat and sleep.

            Mother, I am sorry that I could not wish you a happy birthday, but I want to wish you one now.  I sent you a present to Bloomfield.  I wasn’t much, but just a little something.  I tried to telephone you Tuesday nite, but the operator said she could not get the call through till 12:00, so I just had to let it go, for we have to be in bed by 11:00.

            I shall try to call you Sunday nite from the hours between 6:00 and 10:00.  If you won’t be home, don’t try to rush home just for the call.

            Daddy, we get paid this next Tuesday, and then I’ll send as much home as I can.  Please take the money I owe you out of it, and keep the rest for me.

            I had some pictures taken, and had them forwarded to you.  They will get there in about a week.  I did not have enough money to pay for them here, but had them sent C.O.D..  I will repay you for them when I get paid.

            Today we went through a gas chamber which had mustard, phosgene, Lewsite and chloropicin in it.  The really are bad gases if you come in contact with them.

            Our barracks have organized a baseball team, and I am now playing 2nd base.  It’s a lot of fun, and we now have an inter-barracks league in our battery.

            Today, we were out in the field digging fox holes and slit trenches, when it started raining, and I have never gotten so soaked in my life.  All the lieutenants were slopping around in their wet clothes, so we privates felt better about getting wet.

            I am really beginning to enjoy my training, and I realize the majority of officers and non-coms will do all they can to help you.

            I really have lost a lot of weight.  I have now dropped down to 188.  I feel a lot better, and imagine I look a lot better.  When I came in the army, I weighed 208.

            Well, there is nothing more that I can tell you now, so I’ll close.  I want to wish you again, a very happy birthday, Mother.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    Sunday (September 6, 1943)

Dear Folks,

            Please excuse me for not writing earlier this week, but this past week I couldn’t write because our platoon went on a 4-day bivouac.  We spent  (our nights) in woods, ate out of our mess kits, and did a lot of hiking.  It was a lot of fun, but a lot of work.

            I have lost a few more pounds, and am now down to 183.  This means that I have lost about 25 lb. since I have come into the army.  However, I don’t miss this weight, and hope to lose about 15 more pounds.

            A few days ago, I went to see Dixi Crosby, and had a nice talk with him.

            He asked to be remembered to all of you.   He really looks good, and has lost a lot of weight.

            I am enjoying the training a lot more as I go along.   They say that the training we are receiving is tougher than the infantry, so I guess it is considered quite a rigid course.

            Incidentally, our battery of 250 men is the only 240 Howitzers battery in Fort Bragg, so it is quite a nice distinction.

            Tomorrow morning we have to get up at 4:00, and be ready to leave for the rifle range at 5:00.  We will be on the range till 7:00 tomorrow nite, so we will have quite a bit of firing to do.

            Dad, remember Lou Caridad?  Well he is a sergeant in the artillery down here.  I haven’t met him, but Dix Crosby told me.

            It hasn’t been as warm as it has been down here, and it makes the place a lot more livable.

            This week, I received my first pay.  I got $33.83 (after insurance taken out).  Out of this, I have bought necessities such as underwear, soap, shaving cream, another towel, etc.  Due to this, I am only sending $15.00 home.  I want you to do whatever you want with this money; I will try to sent a larger amount home next month.

            Well, I will close now, but I will write again tomorrow, or Tuesday.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Thanks a lot for all the letters which you sent me.

P.S.  I will try to call you Tuesday nite between 8 and 10:30.

 

 

                                                                                    Tuesday (September 15, 1943)

Dear Folks,

            I am sorry that I didn’t write sooner, but they did(n’t) give us one night off last week, and I had K.P. for my second time Sunday.

            I intended to call you last week, but as you see I couldn’t do it.

            This coming Monday, we are going on a five-day problem (bivouack).   We leave Monday and come back Saturday.  They are going to let us practice firing the 240 howitzers.  We will set the howitzers in position during the night (without  any lights), so I guess it will be rather difficult.  Last Wednesday night we went on a blackout motor march, and I was one of the truck drivers.  It was quite an experience because there was no moon or stars out.

            How is everything going back home?  Mom, is your knee getting better?  Thanks a lot for that swell picture of the old (or shall I say “new”) farm house.  It really looks swell.

            Is Jeanie going to be home around Christmas time?  I hope so, because I hope to get my furlough either around Christmas or New Years.

            The training is now getting a lot tougher, but I always manage to keep up there with the foremost.

            The weather down here has become a lot cooler, and in the mornings it is actually cold.

            Please thank Aunt Kate or all the things she has sent me (including the sewing kit).  I will write to her this week if I get any time.

            Lucille, how is your work going?  Your U.S.O work, etc.?

            Well keep yourselves well.  I will write again this week.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Daddy, please use that money which I sent home for yourself, because I owe it to you and a lot more.

 

                                                                                    Thursday Evening

                                                                                    September 23, 1943

Dear George:

            Mother was very happy when I returned from school and showed me that beautiful group picture, and it came through the mail in perfect condition.  Then mother has your nice picture which we received last Friday in a frame and stands on the piano where you used to enjoy so much time in playing and singing.  Russell Tomlinson and Walter Glorub (?) are back at school reviewing their Trig and Solid before they leave about November.

            This morning, there was a nice picture of Muchhauser and Hepple in this morning’s ledger.

            I got 3 service flags.  One we have at the Farm near the front door on one of those small windows.  One for the house here and a third on my room door at High School.  The same as Mr. Mason had on the door across from me.  We have two stars—one for you and the other for our son-in-law Walter.  We expect Jean to come to Bloomfield about Oct. 5.  Walter may come with her, if he can get a few days furlough.   You know Jean expects a baby sometime in December, so I believe she will be with us for the next few months.

            In tonight’s paper it states that Second Lt. Louis Otterbeine is a prisoner in Germany.  He was formerly reported missing in action in Sicily, July 10.

            This Tuesday, I received a nice letter from Clifford William Hall.   He is with the Army Air Forces—Air Cadets—at Greensboro, N.C.   He said last Sunday he had K.P. for 15 hours—scrubbing floor, tables, preparing vegetables, etc.  He also said that the had Calisthenics & Drill every afternoon—which was strenuous and that they always had an ambulance on the field for the casualties.

            This Saturday we play our first game with East Side of Paterson.

            I believe he [Coach Foley]may start Chandler at Fullback, Martin and Tripuka at halves and Bruce at Quarter.  I am not sure about the line as he is doing a lot of experimenting.  I will send you the account of the game next Sunday from the call.

            Cornell beat Bucknell at Ithaca last Sat, 7,6.  Cornell has the Penn Capt as their tackle…[writing unclear] Syracuse backs of last year at one of their halves.  I beliee we will win—possibly by a lose score.  Bruce is exceptionally fast this year and has added about 10 lbs.  He came up the other day to talk football and wanted to know how you were.

            Are you quite sure of coming home around Christmas or New Years?  We hope you are.

            We appreciate the two pictures and whenever you write we like the cheerfulness and fine spirit of your letters.  Keep up this strong heart, and always do and act your best.

                                                                                    Best of luck, Daddy

                                                                       

                                                                                    Thursday, September 23, 1943

Dear Son,

            What a pleasant surprise to receive that group picture from you today.  It was mighty sweet of you to send it.  It gives us a fine idea of the group of men you are with, and in the background we can see the barracks, also pine trees.  You look very nice, and quite serious, just as you should be

            Tonight, Aunt Kate came over, and we had an opportunity to show the picture to her.  She also read your last letter in which you thanked her for sending you some things.

            By the way, are you going to let us know about your birthday gift?

            Mr. Sickles came over today, on his way to work.  He wanted to know when we expected Jean and Walter.  We are still waiting to hear from them.  We have been expect Jean to leave Tyler (?) October 3 and get here about the 5th or 6th.  She said she would try to make reservations for Walter too, and hope he could have a leave at that time.  Mr. Sickles thinks the three Sickles brothers might be home at the same time.  That means Edward, John and perhaps Walter.

            We have been having beautiful Autumn weather lately and last weekend we did have a lovely time, picking grapes, tomatoes, etc.  I have plenty of grape juice now, and when you come home you can have all you want.

            This Saturday will be our first football game.  I expect to go and have a season ticket.  It will seem strange not to have our son out there on the football field, but so it goes.  You are doing a more important job now.

            This week has been a full one.  So many meetings, and primary election.  Lucille voted at the Berkley School election poll with us on Tuesday.  Lucille was headed for Newark Airport tonight.  She certainly keeps busy too.  We air raid wardens had an A.R.P. meeting Tuesday and Wednesday just as Mrs. Morton and I were leaving for Red Cross we had an air raid test, and both of us had to be on duty.  We look like “Mutt and Jeff” but are a good team, I think.

            Mr. Emerson who did government carpenters work the past 14 months is home for the first time.  He was in Greenland, and said it was a wonderful experience.

            It is getting late so I will say so long dear son.  Let us know about that birthday idea please, and thank you again for the fine picture.

 

                                                                        With Love from Mommie

 

 

 

                                                                                    September 29, 1943                                                                       

Dear Folks,

            I know that I have not written very often, but I believe I have a very good excuse.  We went on a problem last week, and I want to tell you I never have worked as hard with so little sleep.  We worked all day (5 days) camouflaging and digging trenches around our gun; then during the night we moved the gun to another position and set the gun up again.  We did this all week.

            We got back Saturday and then I found that I was on table-waiting.  I now have table-waiting until this coming Saturday.  It really keeps one on the go, because we have to keep going with our regular program just the same.

            Thanks a lot for the swell letters all of you sent me, and also the money.

            I think we get paid this Friday, so I will then send some money home.

            The lights are about to go out in the barracks, so I will close now, but I will write again very soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.   It’s swell Bloomfield won 31-12.

 

 

                                                                                    October 4, 1943

Dear Folks,

            I have just finished talking to you over the telephone.  You can’t imagine how wonderful it was to hear your voices.  About a birthday cake, it would be swell if you could send me one.  Also, I would appreciate your sending me my moccasins and underwear.  We are allowed to wear any kind of underwear, no matter whether it is civilian or otherwise.  Mom, it would be wonderful to have a sleeveless woolen sweater because it is starting to get a bit cooler down here.

            I am sending my money home this month in the form of a bond, for I feel it is a much more secure way of saving money.  I hope you didn’t mind my reversing the charges on the phone call tonight.

            It was too bad to hear Bloomfield lost to our old rival, Belleville, but a team can’t hope to win every game, and after all, from the score I guess it was a very closely fought game.

            Five of the fellows in our barracks went home to New Jersey this weekend.  They are from Livingston, Belleville, Paterson, Bogata and a town near the Palisades.  ( I don’t remember the name.)  They left about 1:30 Saturday afternoon and arrived at Penn Station, New York at approximately 3:00 Sunday morning. Then they have to be back at Penn Station at 1:30 Sunday to get the train back..  This leaves so very little time at home, that I think it is foolish to try.

            I think that I will finish all my basic training, and then when I get my furlough I will appreciate it more.  I think it will make me a lot stronger than if I kept trying to get home every weekend.

            Well, I do hope everyone is in fine health, and I will write attain as soon as I can.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    October 10, 1943

Dear Folks,

            I am now sitting here by the phone booth, waiting to try to put a call through to you.  I believe it came through once, but I was writing letters, and no one called me, so I am trying again.

            I want to thank you, Mom, Dad, Lucille, Jeanie and Walt for all the swell presents you sent me for my birthday.  The fellows got quite a kick out of seeing that sleeping pillow, but they all agreed that it was a very good idea.  Thanks a lot for sending me my underwear and moccasins.  I have my moccasins on right now, and they sure feel comfortable.

            I just got my call through to you, and again, it sure seemed good to hear from you.  I hope you don’t mind my coming home this weekend.  However, don’t be too sure about it,  because I may get some extra detail Saturday and Sunday and I won’t be able to go.  That’s one thing you can never tell about, because fellows are always being assigned to weekend details.

            I again want to thank you for the swell presents you all sent me, and I will write to you again concerning this coming weekend, as soon as I know more about it.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                                    October 25, 1943

Dear Folks,

            Just a few minutes before the lights go out, but I wanted to get a letter off to you tonite.

            I received your very welcome letter today, and it certainly was swell to hear from you.

            You can’t imagine how much I enjoyed being home, even though it was just for a few hours.  Mom, those meals you had while I was home were delicious, and I only wish we could get food ½ as good here.  It was swell of you Dad to get that nice chicken for Sunday Dinner.  I enjoyed it very much.  Lu and Jean, I really was glad, also, to see my big sisters again.  It seemed just like old times the way we were all gathered around the dinner table.

            I [will] now have only 4 more weeks after this one, so it won’t be long before I will be a full-fledged soldier.

            Well, I will have to close now, but I will write again soon.

 

                                                                                    November, 1943

Dear Folks,

            Please don’t be too mad at my waiting so long to write, but they certainly have rushed us around this past week.   It was swell to hear from Lu, Jeanne, and my mom and dad.  We had our final check up examination this past week, and had an inspection of all our equipment and clothing which we were issued.  They also had us wear steel helmets all last week to accustom us to them.

            That certainly was swell to see Marelhauser (?) was doing so well up at Colgate.

            We go out in the Field (bivouac) this Monday (November 1st) and stay out for two weeks.   We will then only have two more weeks to go when we come back.  It is so cold down here that they are having us take our winter overcoats besides 4 blankets.  If you could, I would appreciate you sending me a box with candy, cookies, etc., sometime next week so I would get it out in the field, because we sure are going to be hungry out there.  (Please don’t send it insured or anything, because they then hold it in the P.O till I call for it.

            This last Friday night our battery had a Halloween dinner and dance.  They decorated the mess hall with pretty oak leaves, and gave us a delicious meal of pork chops, mashed potatoes, peas, lettuce and tomato salad, beets, lima beans and corn, chocolate cake, blueberry pie, ice cream and coffee.   Then they had Halloween candies, peanuts and cookies.  After this they had a dance in the recreation hall (with an orchestra), and invited a lot of girls from Fayetteville.  I met a very nice southern girl who has two brothers in the air corps.  She has very nice parents, who invited me to have supper with them Saturday.  It makes life a lot nicer to meet people like that, so you have something to do on the weekends.

            I am enclosing $20.00 and am letting you do what you want with it.

            Well, I have a lot more letters to write so I will close, but I will write you while out in the field.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George (I signed it this time)

P.S.  Please try to send a lot of something to eat.

 

                                                                                       November 8, 1943

Dear Folks,

            I received your very welcome package and a letter yesterday. You don’t know how good all those things tasted out here in the field.  Boy, those peanut butter sandwiches and cupcakes hit the spot especially.  Thank you all for everything.

            I have now been out in the field for 5 days, and have nine more.  It rained yesterday, and we got soaked (including our equipment), but today it is nice and sunny and everything is drying fine.

            Daddy, I can’t say for sure when I will get a furlough.  I might get it right when I finish my cycle (Nov. 27th) and then again I may not get one for 2 or 3 months.  So, I will have to let it stand like that, and when I do get it or hear about it, I will let you know.

            Lucille, so your long lost sweetheart finally came home on a furlough?  How does he look?

            It’s too bad that Bloomfield is having such a poor season in football; however, they can’t win every game.

            You asked me what I’d like to have for Christmas.  Well it would be swell to have a pair of brown dress army shoes (not any perforations). 

            Last night, our platoon took the 240 [mm.] out of position in 38½ minutes, which is a new record for the Replacement center down here.  When we first came to Bragg, it took us over 2 hours, so you can see we are really getting on the ball (as the Army says.).

            Well, I have no more to tell you now, but I will write again next week.  Thanks again for the box of eats.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Please excuse the lack of neatness, for I am trying to write it on my helmet.

 

                                                                                    November , 1943

Dear Folks,

            I received your very interesting letter today and thank you Mom and Dad for the money you sent me.

            As I said over the phone, I don’t know when I will get a furlough, so don’t expect me at any certain time.

            Already, we are preparing to ship out.  Yesterday we had a checkup on all our equipment, and we have stenciled our name and serial numbers on our barracks bags.  They have really let up on us a lot for now.  All we get are movies (training films) and care of material (cleaning of rifles).

            I do hope that they keep our platoon together when we go to an alien camp, because we work together so well.

            Jean, did you know a fellow by the name of Mintz who sat behind you in a history class at Cornell?  He is a 2nd Lt. in our platoon, and the other day he asked me if I had a sister, Jean, who went to Cornell and married Walt Sickles.  I told him yes, and he said that he knew you from history class.  He is a swell fellow, and all the fellows like him a lot.  He is about 5’8” tall, and has dark brown hair.  Do you remember him? 

            Well, there is no more at present to tell you so I will close, but I will write again this weekend.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Lu, thanks a lot for your letter.

[This letter was accompanied by a script from a skit which was evidently performed by Dad and his friends.  It was a comedy, and Dad played the part of a major.]


                                                                                    Monday, December 5th, 1943

Dear Folks,

            Please don’t get too mad at me for not writing sooner, but things around here are so indefinite that I didn’t know just what to tell you.

            Well, I am still here at Bragg, waiting to be shipped out.   All we do is wait around the barracks, until they call us to do some detail, etc.

            Today, we were all on a detail.  We took ten army trucks out in the woods, and filled them with rich topsoil, and brought them back to the grounds outside the officers’ quarters, and spread the soil over the grass outside the buildings.   We worked pretty hard, and I can truthfully say I am tired tonight.  Tomorrow I have K.P. so you see our extra duties go on even after the cycle.  Believe me!  After this war, I will be an expert in landscaping, or I’ll make someone an excellent wife.  That’s a fact.

            Please don’t be impatient over waiting for me to come home on a furlough, for there is no way of rushing the army.

            Dad and Mom, I received your very welcome letter, and also Jeanie’s letter.

            Jeanie, what are you going to name the baby when it arrives?

            Lucille, I hear you’re stepping out quite a bit these days.  That’s the way, Lu!  Keep it up.

            Gee, this last Saturday, they sent a shipment which included the States Colorado, Texas, Arizona, California, and Tennessee.  I guess I’ll never see those fellows again.  However, before any of my platoon shipped out, I got all their names and addresses, so I might look them up in later years.

            Well, folks, that’s all the news there is for now, but I will write again soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                        December 16, 1943,  Fort Bragg, NC

Dear Jeanie,

            I heard the grand news from Mom and Dad, and it seems good to be an uncle.  Gee, it makes me feel like an old man!  I bet Barbara Ann is a cute little girl.  Daddy must be proud to be the grandfather, isn’t he?

            Jeanie, when I get to my next camp, I am going to try to send Barbara Ann a present for Christmas, Okay?

            I told all the fellows that were left in the Battery that I was an uncle, and now they call me Uncle George.

            Well, Jeanie, this will have to be just a note, for I have a lot of packing to do.  Please take care of yourself, and Barbara Ann, and sometime in the near future, I hope to be home.

                                                                        Your loving brother,

                                                                        George

 

                                                                        Monday, December 20th, 1943

Dear Folks,

            Well, I am finally in my permanent camp.  It is Camp Gruber, Oklahoma.   There are about 350 men that left Fort Bragg on the same train with me.  We are starting a new outfit here, which will specialize in pack artillery (75 mm. guns).  These guns are a lot smaller than the 240 I was on at Bragg, but they are much more maneuverable.  By a pack outfit, I mean that the guns are carried by mules.  Please don’t laugh too much, because I am serious.  The mules are supposed to be more efficient than vehicles on crossing rough terrain, so that’s what we are learning about.

            We should be getting insignias for our uniforms to signify what outfit we are in. Ours should like something like this… [diagram of an X]

            On our way down here, we passed through Atlanta, Georgia; Memphis, Tennessee; South Carolina; Little Rock, Arkansas; and part of Mississippi.  It really was a nice trip, for we had a Pullman train.  It really is a nice location for a camp here, for it is out in the open, and the camp itself is well spread out.  The nearest camp to this is about 300 miles (Fort Bill) so there won’t be so many soldiers when we go to town on passes.

            Folks, I know definitely that I can’t possibly get a furlough before the middle of January, 1944, so that’s the way the situation is, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

            By the way, if it isn’t too late to send packages, I would enjoy it very much if you could send those packages (?).

            Also, if you possibly could send me a couple of dollars to last me till the end of December, I promise to pay you back.  (You see, we only got half-pay last month)

            Well, I hope to write again before Christmas but if I don’t I want to wish Mom, Dad, Aunt Kate, Lucille, Jeanie and Barbara Ann a very merry Christmas.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    December 23rd, 1943

Dear Folks,

            Well, just two more days to go before Christmas.  I guess “old Bloomfield” is humming with the last minute rushings of the Christmas shoppers.   Are you going to have a Christmas tree this year?  Remember the ones we used to have other years?

            They claim we’re going to have a very good Christmas dinner here in camp, and I am really looking forward to it.   This is no reflection on the meals here, for they are 100% better than we had at Bragg.

            So far we have done very little in the line of actual training.  Yesterday we went on a 10-mile speed march, and today we went on  an 8-mile one.  We have dismounted drill (marching) and calisthenics, and then the rest of the day is devoted to classes on care and training of mules, training films and sports (baseball, football, etc.).  They have told us that the outfit we are in does more walking than the Infantry and is tougher than the paratroops, tank corps, or any other branch.  The way I feel about it is that if it is as tough as they say, I will be in very good physical condition and it will really make a man of me.

            The lieutenant said the mules we are getting are new, and have to be broken in.  He also said we go on at least a 5-mile hike every day to keep the mules in shape.

            Well, folks, there is very little more to say now, so I will close.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Dad if you could send me a Calculus book, I would appreciate it very much.

 

                                                                                    December 27th, 1943

Dear Folks,

            I received your letters Saturday and Sunday (we have mail call on Sundays, too), and you can’t imagine how happy they make me feel.  I was a little bit homesick for it seems that all of us were thinking of home Saturday, but when I got all those letters they really made me feel good.

            We had a wonderful meal on Christmas!  The menu consisted of apple, mince and pumpkin pies, mashed potatoes, turkey, lima beans and corn, cranberry sauce, fruit salad, bread, rolls, Christmas candy and cookies and lastly coffee.  However, Mom, I would have given anything to be home and eat the meals you cook, instead.

            I haven’t received that Christmas package you sent, but I imagine it will come today.  Would you also thank Aunt Kate for the newspapers she sent and her letter?

            Christmas was not a very pleasant day here, for it rained nearly all day.  Today, it is raining again.  It is about 11:00 A.M., and I am lying on my bed, writing.  I was on guard Sunday and Sunday night, so they give us the following (Monday) morning off.

            I guess the B.H.S. teachers like our summer home, seeing the way they patronize it a few days each year during the Christmas vacation.   

[Editor's Note: George's father James hosted a gathering of his male teacher friends at the Haupin Farm in Pottersville, NJ, during Christmas vacation each year.  He liked to call it the "Retreat for the Bloomfield Elite."  From what my father told me, the men mainly played cards and drank a little alcohol for the weekend.  My grandmother was apparently in full support of the event each year, making sure that there was plenty of food.]

            Jeanie, how is Barbara Ann?  Thank you ever so much for the baby card.  (Is that what you call them?).

            Dad, thank you for the money you sent me; I will try to return it next payday.

            Lucy, how is your work going?  Do you still like it?

Are you still running the fellows wild at the service dances?

Well, I must close for now, but I will write again soon.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

 

 

                                                                                    December 27th, 1943

Dear Folks,

            I received your Christmas box this evening.  Boy! What a surprise to get all those wonderful things.  Gee, those things to eat will come in handy, too.

            Thank you everybody, for all the presents were so useful.  That scarf is so nice and warm, and I was just going to have to buy some more socks.  Also, those bathroom slippers, pen-knife, shaving cream will come into good use.

            Well, there is very little more to say, for I wrote you a letter this morning, but thanks again for everything.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  I am sending you an insignia for the corps which I am in.

 

 

                                                                                    January 2nd, 1944

Dear Folks,

            I received your many letters this past week.  Thank you very much.  Also, Jeanne and Lu, thank you very much for yours.

            I started to put a phone call in yesterday and they said there was a six-hour delay, so I let it go.  I again tried tonight, and they said it would be a four-hour delay, so I will have to let it go again til tomorrow night.

            I hope you had a very happy New Years day.  I went to Muskogee, and had a good time at the U.S.O dance there.   The folks around here treat soldiers a lot nicer than Fayetteville.  They seem to take great interest in treating them with as much kindness as is possible.  Also, the girls are a lot prettier and seem to be a lot higher moraled lot than those which were in North Carolina.

            I guess vacation is now over for you, daddy, isn’t it?

            This past week, we went on 8-10 mile hikes twice a day, plus various types of instructional classes on the maintenance of the mules and their harnesses.  It really is more interesting than I thought it would be.  We also have various sports such as football, baseball, soccer, etc.

            We put in a full working day on New Years Day and in the course of the afternoon we had a good football game.  I was playing guard together with a fellow who used to play varsity for Asbury Park High.  It really was a lot of fun, and I seem to be a lot faster on my feet since I lost so much weight.  I only weigh 172 now.  Thirty-eight pounds difference; it just goes to show what army life will do for one.

            Well folks, thanks again for writing so often, and from now on I will try to make it mutual.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

P.S.   Dad, thank you very much for the books.  There is a fellow who was a sophomore in Civil [Engineering] at Cornell, and he is helping me solve some math examples.


                                                                                    January 6, 1944

Dear Folks,

            I just finished calling you on the telephone, and it sure was swell to hear everyone’s voice again.

            About those furloughs I was telling mom about, well, nine men received theirs today, and when they come back, nine more men will be able to go.  It is a very slow process, but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing I will get one sooner or later.  They took the men who needed furloughs more urgently than the rest for the first list.  For instance, one fellow’s wife had a baby, which died after birth, and his wife was very ill.  He didn’t have enough money to get home, so we all chipped in and got up $55.00 for him.  Isn’t that a swell thing?

            I am sending a little snapshot I had made in Muskogee.  It will give you an idea of the [?] uniform I am wearing.  Incidentally, that medal I am wearing is an expert medal.  Out of a possible score of 200, I made 178.  (I used my glasses this time)

            Daddy, how is our basketball team coming along this year?  I hope we have a good season. 

            Is it very cold back home?  We’ve had about zero weather for the past week, and it doesn’t seem like it will let up for a while.

            Well, there is little more to say at present, so I will close for now.  Writing again soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Please thank Aunt Kate for the box of cookies she sent me.  They were very good.

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The insignia that George is wearing on his sleeve in this picture is a bit of a mystery.  There was such a unit as the X-Force, but those soldiers were Chinese being trained by General Stillwell in India for the purpose of invading Burma.  The fact that George's team would eventually be sent to Burma seems a bit more than coincidental.  It seems plausible that the U.S. Government was still in doubt as to what to call the unit which would eventually be named the Mars Task Force. 

 

                                                                                    January 11, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Well, here I am again.  Thanks again for the many letters you sent me. 

            I am now on my fourth week at Gruber, and it really goes very fast.

            I have received many letters from fellows who were with me at Bragg.  I got them from Camp Hale, Colorado, Camp Bowie, Texas, and from Fort Meade, Maryland. I also received a letter from Jack Schapiro (surprising, isn’t it?)

            How is Barbara Ann?  Jeanie, I do hope you are feeling much better.  Lucy, I’m glad you’re meeting a lot of swell fellows at those service dances.  Now you can see the type of recreation I have.  Don’t the fellows talk a lot about home?

            I sent Aunt Kate a Christmas present today, even though it is a little late.  I wasn’t able to do it any sooner, due to financial reasons.

            Dad, you asked about the distance from Camp to Muskogee; it is 18 miles, and to Tulsa it is about 65 miles.

            The furloughs are 7 days plus 6 days traveling time, which will probably give me nine full days at home.  (They allow you an extra day each way in case of poor traveling connections.)

            Don’t worry about my standing too close to the mules.  I shall stay as far away from the darn things as possible.

            They say our training will last for 55 weeks.

            There are about 40,000 soldiers in this camp, and also the whole rainbow (42nd infantry) division.  There are about 17,000 of them along.  Mom, remember you used to speak of them when the 42nd was active in the last war?  It is just a new division and was started due to requests from soldiers who were in it in the last war.

            Dad, I found out about the rates for the trip to Newark, and it is $36.50 round trip.  That’s going from Muskogee to St. Louis and then St. Louis to New York.  We didn’t get paid for the month of December, for they didn’t have us sign the payroll at Bragg, so we must wait till the end of January to get both months' pay together (I hope.).  However, I still have $11.00 left from the money you sent me, which I am saving towards the furlough.  Daddy, how could I work it so as to get money for the furlough, without having you pay for it?   I really would like to pay for it out of my money, for I know you have many things to hand out money for around home.  I  still don’t know when I will get the furlough, but I think it may be in the near future.

            Our routine consists of the following:

            6:30    -           Reveille (roll call)

            7:00    -           Breakfast

            7:50    -           Fall out for daily calisthenics

            8:30    -           Class on either packing mules, map reading, first aid, chemical

                                    warfare, ammunition, 75 howitzer, sanitation in the field, or

                                    many other subjects.

            9:30    -           Speed march for 2 hours.

            11:30  -           Clean personal equipment (leggings, shoes, mess kits, etc.)

            12:00  -           Chow

            12:50  -           Fall out.

            1:00    -           Class, any of the above-mentioned subjects.

            2:00    -           Class

            3:00    -           2 hr. hike.

            5:00    -           Done for the day.

            5:30    -           Chow

Every Tuesday and Thursday night we have a night hike from 7:00-9:00.  There are also a lot of other things they fill in with such as lot of sports (?), etc.

            Well Folks, it’s a rather messed up letter, but I will try to write a neater and more interesting one next time.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    January 17th, 1944

Dear Folks,

            I received your letters, and was very happy to get them.   Daddy, I received your letter with the money.   Thank you very much.  I am going to see the B.C. (Battery Commander), and try to get my furlough for the 23rd or the 25th,.  I do hope I can get it for one of those dates.  I found out about how long it takes to get home, if there are no delays or anything, it should take about 36 hours.

            How is everything going at home?  Okay?  How is Barbara Ann?  Lucille, would it be possible to go with you to the Terrace Room on the Monday night that I will be home?  I would like to very much.

            Please excuse the stationary, but they issued it to us for nothing—so I may as well use it.  You asked about what the medal stood for; well, the 1st bar says expert, the second says rifle, the third says machine gun (they had me fire for record here at Gruber on the machine gun, and I made 134 of 150.) and the 4th bar says Field Artillery, which signifies the branch of service I am in.

            Daddy, do you know if there are any school activities (dances, etc.) which will be around the last of January or the beginning of February?

            Mom, I can’t wait to taste your home-cooked meals with I get home.

            Well, I will close for now, but as soon as I know definitely about the date of my furlough, I will let you know.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    January 24, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Well, I have finally gotten around to writing again after so many days.

            I suppose you’re wondering about my furlough!   Gee, I wish I knew about it myself.  I handed my name in for furlough, and now just have to wait for it.  They were letting 25% of the battery go at a time before, but now since all our equipment is coming in, they have cut it again to 10%.  Oh well, just as long as I get it I’ll be satisfied.  Please don’t count too much on my coming home right away, and then you won’t be so disappointed if there is a delay.

            I am writing in a U.S.O. club, hence, the very poor pen.

            Well, how is everyone at home?  Jeanie, how is my little niece coming along?  Lucy, how are you doing up at Curtiss Wright?

            They worked us very hard this past week.  We had night classes three nights, a 4-hour hike last Monday, and then to top it off, we had to work all day Saturday.  Oh well, such is the army.

            Folks, I certainly appreciated all the money you have sent me, and I haven’t squandered it, as you probably think I had.

            By the way, Jeanie, when is your birthday?

            Daddy, are the kids at school good little pupils?

            Well folks, I know this is but a short “lil” note, but I shall try to write again tomorrow night.  So till then, I will try my darndest to get my furlough as soon as possible.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    February 15, 1944

Dear Folks,

     Well, I am finally getting down to catching up with my correspondence.

      Please don’t be angry at me for not writing, for as I said over the phone last night, I was in a 10-day bivouack.

            Thanks a lot for all the Valentine cards and letters which you sent e.

            They have really kept us busy here thee past few weeks.  We took the mules with us on our camping trip, and they certainly gave us a lot of trouble.  However, we have them tamed down pretty well now, and they’ve become a lot gentler than they were.  So far none have kicked or stepped on me, and I shall try not to permit them to do so.

            How is Barbara Ann?  Gee, I wish they would hurry up and give me my furlough so I could come home and see all you folks.  Oh well, I’ve waited this long.  I guess I can wait a little longer.

            Lucy, that’s swell that Dick and you have become engaged.  Now that leaves just me to take that step.  However, I don’t plan to consider anything like that until this war is over; after all, I will still have plenty of time then.

            Mom, that’s swell that you said you’d send my roller skates.  I may as well do something like that, instead of going to a movie, etc.

            Daddy, how is school going?  Do you still like teaching as much as ever?  I guess I was pretty much of a flop as far as school was concerned, but I want you to know I appreciated all the effort you made to attempt to pull me though.  I hope someday to show you a different attitude towards schoolwork.

            Jeanie, how are you?  Is Walt still in Yuma?  Do you plan to go to live with him when he gets stationed permanently?

            I believe our outfit will be transferred from here to Camp Carson, Colorado by the middle of March.  I hope so, for they say it is a much nicer camp.

            Well, folks, I still have a lot of letters to write tonight, so I will close for now.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

PS.:  Please excuse the writing.

 

           

                                                                                    February 22, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well, here I am again with my scribbly writing.

            I received your letters and also the roller skates with the foodstuffs in it. Thank you very much.

            Well, I believe we are going to move to Carson sometime next week.  We have been very busy already packing our equipment, etc.

            I received my first major kick from the mules today, but luckily it was just in the rear.  I was cleaning the mule’s hind feet with a currycomb, and suddenly he took a healthy kick at me while I was bending down.  Oh well, they say one learns most from experiencing, and as long as I didn’t get seriously hurt, it may have taught me a lesson.

            I am enclosing a sketching one of my buddies drew of me.  He is just an amateur artist, but I think he is very good.  Don’t you?

            Aunt Kate, thanks a lot for the candy which you sent me, and also for the newspaper which you’ve been sending me all along.  I promise to write to you tomorrow, okay?

            Well, how’s baby Barbara Ann?  By the way, who does she look like, Jeanie or Walt?

            I still am waiting on my furlough, and folks, please don’t be too anxious, for I sure will be heading “Bloomfield’s Way” when I do get it.

            Folks, I know this is a very short and sloppy letter, but I will write more and a neater letter tomorrow or the next day.  Be glad all of you!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

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Dear Folks,

            Well, here I am on the train going to Camp Carson.  We left Gruber about 3:30 yesterday afternoon, and are now somewhere on the border between Missouri and Nebraska.   So far, I haven’t seen much change in the scenery between where we’ve traveled and back in Oklahoma.  We fellows have been having lots of fun during the trip so far, for we sing songs and crack jokes.  Also, the meals have been swell.  Last night we had pork chops, mashed potatoes, beans, bread, coffee and pears.  This morning we had bread, sausage, scrambled eggs and coffee.  We just finished our dinner, which consisted of ham (delicious), bread, butter, mashed potatoes, peas, coleslaw, pineapple slices and coffee.

            I still haven’t heard anymore about the furlough, but I believe (I hope) I will get it fairly soon after I get to Carson.  So please just be patient, and I will come home at my first opportunity.

            How’s Barbara Ann?  I sure hope I may be able to see her soon.

            Everyone on the train seems to be in good spirits about moving to Carson.

            The terrain which I am looking at out of the windows is in my estimation typical of the prairie states.  Low, flat ground, with yellowish brown grass, and low foothills in the distances.  It is a very desolate looking part of the country, for I haven’t seen any buildings in the past half-hour.

            I am keeping this letter until I get to Carson, so I can put the return address on it.  Well, I shall write again soon, and please excuse the writing.

                                                                                                Your loving son,

                                                                                                George

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                                                                                    March 19th, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Well, here I am back at camp, and attempting to get back in the same old routine I was in before.  Gee, it almost seems like a dream that I was actually home, even though it was only for a short time.

            Remember that wonderful piano player that I told you was kicked in the hand by the mules; well, he is in the hospital with it, because paralysis set in, and he has no reactions in it at all.  They expect to possibly give him a discharge.  Isn’t that too bad?

            Folks, I want to thank you for the wonderful time I had while I was home.  Mom, the army meals can never compare with yours, no matter what anyone says. Dad, thank you very much for being so liberal with letting me use the car.  I guess it will not be a long time before I get my next one, but those furloughs really are worth waiting for.

            Everything is going along the same as before I left.  The mules are kicking the fellows as much as ever.  However, I shall do my best not to get kicked too much by them.

            Lu, I got your letter with the photographs, and they certainly are swell.  Also dad, I received that letter which you sent before.

            When I arrived here, I found I had received letters from John Lane (?), Bob Lobell, Harlow, some other friends,  and your letters, so I was kept rather buy reading them.

            Jeanie, I think Barbara Ann is the cutest thing I have ever seen.  She is so cute, and does so many unexpected things.  We’ll have to go out again when (or if) I get another furlough.  Okay?

            Lu, thanks a lot for taking me to that U.S.O. dance.  I may have not seemed very appreciative, but I want you to know I enjoyed it very much.

            Well, folks, there is nothing more to say now, so I shall close, but please write as often as you can, and I shall try to do the same.

                                                                                    Your son,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                                    March 26, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Well, a week has now passed since I returned form furlough, and it seems almost like yesterday.  I still think a lot about the wonderful time I had on my furlough but I’m trying to look forward to my next one, even though it’s a long way off.

            Folks, they have really kept us working this past week, and had us riding all the mules bareback.  Just about everyone was bucked off, including me; however, I didn’t injure myself.  Yes, this mule pack is really a rough life, but I like it.

            How has everything been going back there at home?   How is Barbara Ann? I wrote to Ralph Delli Santi this past week, and I do hope I hear from him.  Altogether, I wrote eighteen letters this past week.

            I was on K.P. and stable police this past week, so now all I have left is guard [duty] and then I’ll be through with details for a while.  It has really become very cold here; the temperature has been below freezing all week, a fine welcome to Spring!

            Daddy, I hate to ask for money again, but they redlined (cancelled) my pay for this and last month because I wasn’t here to sigh the payroll.  If you could possibly send and wire me some money until I get paid, I really assure you that I shall repay you just as soon as I get my pay (over $100.00).

            Well, I shall close for now, but please write.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                                    April 2nd, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I received your money order today, and thank you very much, daddy for sending it.  Really, I was in a very poor state of affairs (financially speaking), but the B.C. said I would sign a supplementary payroll in the middle of this month, and then I would get all the money due me.  So, as soon as I am paid I shall repay you.

            I sent some pictures of Colorado today, and I hope you get them, for they really show you just how beautiful Colorado is.

            We go again on an overnight hike this week, but they’re really not bad, for we’re allowed to build campfires.  When we were at Bragg they didn’t permit this, so we nearly froze.

            They had us riding the mules again this past Saturday morning, but this time I didn’t fall off.  I’m trying to lose as much fear of the mules as possible, and still be careful.

            Folks, I almost forgot to tell you, I was in our battery play last Friday night.  I played the part of our commanding officer, and had the largest part in the play.  We gave it for our Battalion (612), and had an audience of about 250 men.  The major liked it so well that he is giving all the fellows in the play a day off.  I’m amazed, for the object of this program was to rib and bring out the peculiarities of the officers in our Battalions.

            Jeanie, how is lil’ Barbara Ann coming along?  I still can’t get over what a cute little niece I have.

            Lucille, how is Dick?  Do you still go to the U.S.O. dances?  That really is a swell place for servicemen to have a wonderful time!

            Mommie, how are you and Daddy?  I want you both to know that a boy could never have a more wonderful Dad and Mom than I have and that even though I’ve never come right out and told you this, it is the way I’ve felt all along.

            Well, I shall close for now, but I will write again tomorrow night.

                                                                                    Your son,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                                  April 10th 1944

Dearest Folks,

            First of all, I want to apologize for not writing sooner, and secondly, to thank you folks for all the wonderful things you sent me in that box for Easter.  Lucille, I want to thank you and the folks for your beautiful Easter cards.  I tried to buy the Easter cards here at the PX in camp, but they were all sold out, and since I didn’t have a chance to go to town I just slipped up.  Please don’t be too angry.

            Daddy,  I received all the money you sent me, and I honestly will repay you.

            Well, today was the first day of our overseas tests; we are having them all this week.  Our Battalion was supposed to go on an overnight hike today, but it rained, snowed, hailed, and blustered so much that they called it off as were about to leave this morning.  Incidentally, they had us up at 4:30 this morning to get ready.

            It was a very uneventful Easter here at Carson, for it rained about all day.  However, I went to the chapel here at camp with five other fellows.  Gee, it reminded me of Easter services back home when we heard all those swell Easter hymns, like “Hallelujah”, “Christ the Lord is Risen Today,” etc.

            Did you hear the charm hour last night?  I heard it over my chum’s radio, and boy, they really had a good program.   I try to hear that program every Sunday if possible.

            So Jeanie is at last with her Walter;  Gee, I’m glad they were finally able to get together.

            Well, folks, thanks again for everything and I’ll write more often if I possibly can.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George


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                                                                       From J.T. Lamerson, Main St., Pottersville

                                                                        April 19, 1944

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Haupin,

            Here’s a telegram from son George…

“Am getting along alright.  Please don’t worry .  All my love. Signed Son George Haupin.

Dear Folks,

Your neighbor called and, the Zortman’s, and they are away so I took the telegram.   He didn’t say where he was at.  So glad I could get this message to you.

 

                                                                                    April 19th, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Please don’t be mad at my not answering sooner, for I can honestly say that it is very hard to find time to write at all nowadays.

            We have been spending an average of three days a week on overnight hikes, and all the fellows are about worn out.  Next week we will spend the entire week on bivouack, so as you can see they are really getting pretty rough on us.

            They gave us all our overseas tests last week, and (we) passed them successfully.  Incidentally, I guess I told you there were 4 battalions of mule packs in our outfit.  Well, they sent 2 of those (about 800 men) to a P.O.E. [Point of Embarkation] in California, so I guess they’ll be over soon.  That really put a scare into us, for we hadn’t thought we would be ready to go to a P.O.E. so soon.  I do hope I’ll get a chance to come home before (if) I go over.

            I received a V-mail letter from one of my buddies from basic training.  He is in an armored tank division over in England, and says that the English people are a swell lot.   He lives in Fort Lee, N.J. (near the Palisades).

            Lucy, thanks a lot for your swell letter.  So you’re still going to those Service dances—that’s swell. I received a letter from a friend of mine yesterday—she is a freshman at Bucknell, and seems to be having a wonderful time up there.  Yes, I still am trying to keep contact with the kids in my class, although it’s a pretty tough job.

            Daddy, I want to wish you a happy, happy birthday, and please use the money I sent for yourself.  Mom, I sent you a little something from Colorado Springs.  Let me know if you don’t receive it.  Well, I must close for now.  Be good, all of you!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    April 23rd, 1944

Dear Folks,

            How are all of you these fine spring days?  The reason I say spring days is because today is the first one which has given any indication that the winter months are over.

            We had a pretty tough last week, for they gave us so darn many hikes.  Monday we went 8 miles; Tuesday, 30 miles; Wednesday, 8 miles; Thursday 20 miles and stayed overnight.   Friday, we ended the week by going 20 more.  However, we expect this next week to be even rougher, for we’re spending the whole week in the field.  I feel that this type of training will do us good in the long run.  I haven’t been losing any more weight, but stay around 178 so I guess I’ve finally arrived at my normal rate.

            Dad, I received a letter from Jerry (Gerard) Freeman, and he says that he really likes navy life.  He’s on a newly constructed destroyer, and expects to go out to sea soon.  Hamby Gaddis has been over for quite a while, and when the kids last heard from him, he was in Trinidad.

            Gee, I felt so sad about hearing about that David Nolter was reported missing.  He was such a fine fellow.  Maybe, however, he’ll turn up as Eddie Bedinski did.  I do hope so.

            Folks, thank you so much for the maple sugar you sent me.  The fellows really enjoyed it a lot, for most of them never tasted it before in their life.

            Lu, thanks ever so much for your sweet letter!  How are you and Dick getting along?

            Mom, have you received anything from Colorado Springs yet?

            I will write to Jeanie tonight, and also Mrs. Bush.  I do hope she gets better.

            Well, folks, I must close for now, but if possible, I shall try to write while I’m in the field this week.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                                    April 30th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I received your letter while I was in the field last week, and it certainly was swell to hear from you!  I guess by now, the farm is getting pretty well in shape as far as the spring crops are concerned.  Dad, I honestly wish I could be there to help you—I’m sure I’d be much more help with all this rugged army training I’ve had—than other years.

            Mom, I’m sending you a package of flower seeds, which I didn’t think you had.  Whether they’ll grow or not is another question.  Remember how I used to fool around helping you plant your flower seeds?  Do you have a lot of flower seeds planted this year?

            Boy, this past week has been my toughest since I came into the army!  All totaled, we hiked 130 miles, over the roughest, mountainous country I’ve ever seen in my life.  Yes siree, after I get out of this outfit, I guess I’ll be tough enough to stand anything! (I hope.)

            Dad, how is everything going in school?  Are the students becoming more war-minded than before?  I hope B.H.S. had a good basketball season!

            Lu, honey, how is the “Old Curtiss Wright Veteran” coming along?  Do you like it as much as ever?

            The weather here is still very changeable!  Last week, we had everything from snow and rain to hail.  However, today (Sunday) is a really beautiful day, and believe it or not, I went mule-riding this afternoon.   Three fellows and I took a five mile ride over some of the hills near camp and had lots of fun.

            Well, folks, take good care of yourselves, and I’ll write again tomorrow night!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 7th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well here I am—at last.  We have now completed another rugged week of training, and have many more—I guess—in the future.

            I received a letter from Wesley LaBaugh last week (he’s in the See Bees), which I thought you folks would enjoy reading.  I’m also sending a letter from one of my buddies way back at Fort Bragg—he’s from  Fort Lee, N.J.  Please save these letters, for I’d sort of like to reread them someday.

            By the way, how do you like our new stationary?  We just got it this past week. We’re supposed to get our shoulder insignia sometime very soon, and from what I hear, they are pretty swell.

            Lu, Honey, thanks for your letter, and I’m sure you and Dick are having a wonderful time on his furlough!

            The weather here is still very indifferent—last week, it rained, snowed, hailed and we had below freezing weather for one day.  Today, also, it’s raining like cats and dogs.

            I received a nice letter from Miss Terhune last week, and I shall try to write to her tonight.

            Well folks, I must close for now, but Mom, I want to wish you a very happy Mother’s Day.

                                                                                    Your son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. I received your swell package this week, and thanks for everything.

 

                                                                                    May 14th (Mother’s Day)

Dearest Folks,

            I received your newsy letter yesterday, and Gee, it was good to hear from you.

            I’m sending you a couple of snapshots which I took here (with my camera).  Also, the play I’m sending is one which I was in this past Friday night.  We had lots of fun in it!

            I went to church today, and wow, they really had a wonderful Mother’s Day sermon.

            Well, Spring has finally arrived here at Colorado, and it really is beautiful here now!

            Guess what!   They’re sending all the fellows who haven’t had furloughs yet out on furlough this week, and the rumors now say that we will ship out in the very near future.  The latest rumors say that we’ll either go to California or Virginia.  I don’t know how much to believe of all these reports, but they certainly must have some truth in them!

            Dad, it’s swell the baseball and track teams are doing so well—I certainly hope they keep up the good work.  I’ve been following Borowy quite regularly, and he certainly is doing swell isn’t he?

            Lu, I bet you had a wonderful time with Dick while he was home!

            Our training is going the same as ever, and we go in the field again this week from Wednesday to Saturday.

            Well folks, please keep well and healthy, and I’ll try to write more often if I possibly can.    

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 15th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Just a short note to let you in on the various news which we received today.

            The B.C. had us together for a meeting today to tell us that we were going to a P.O.E. within the next three or four weeks.   In other words, we’ll be going over pretty soon.  At the P.O.E. [Point of Embarkation] we will be in a staging period (just like Walt is now).  He said our chances of going to the East or West Coast are about 50-50—so I hope it’s the East.

            Today, we had all our clothing and equipment checked to make sure nothing was missing!  Tomorrow, we have some more tetanus and vaccination shots.  All the fellows who haven’t had their furlough yet are being sent home this week.  I guess all this is really leading up to a little boat trip.

            However, the way I feel is that if the other fellows who’ve been over before me can take it, I can too!

            Well, Folks, I must close for now, but don’t worry about me, for I will take care of myself wherever I go.  Be good.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  I am going to send all my personal things home sometime this week.

PPS.  Our outfit has now been alerted!

 

 

                                                                                    May 21st, 1944 (Sunday)

Dearest Folks,

            Hello again—I had planned to write sooner, but I felt so sore from our shots and vaccinations that I just couldn’t find the ambition to do so.  They gave us a typhoid, tetanus and malaria shot last Friday, and Boy, were they powerful.  Just about all of us got headaches and fevers from them, besides very sore arms.

            Folks, have you received a bond  from me this month?  They were supposed to send one home around the first or second week in may, and I was wondering if you had received any yet.  If not, I’ll check up on it.

            I made out an allotment yesterday, which goes into effect in July—in which you’ll receive $30.00 plus a war bond every 3 months.  The reason for this being that we expect to be overseas by that time, and want to have something saved for when we come back.

            We thought they wouldn’t have us go out in the field anymore, but the war department requires us to have another week in the field, so we’re going out the week after this coming one!

            How is good old Bloomfield doing these days?  I bet the town seems awful deserted.  It’s too bad that we’ll not receive furloughs before we do go over, but I guess there’s a lot of fellows who’ve been in the same boats as we—what I’m looking forward to is that big 25 or 30 day furlough when we come back from overseas!

            Mom, I bet you and dad get awful lonesome with all of us kids away and Jeanie and the baby living someplace else—oh well, someday (soon I hope) everything will be over, and then we can all return to a normal life!

            Lu, how’s the “defense kid” doing these days?  Do you still like your work, or is it getting monotonous by now?  I’m surprised at you and Dick—I expected to hear that you and Dick had been married, or something of that nature!  What have you got to say for yourself?  Don’t mind me.  I was only kidding.

            I haven’t heard from Jeanie since she moved down to Fort Dix with Walt—is she all right?  Gee, Walt really got a break being sent so close to home—I only wish I’d get half as good a one.

            Yesterday, they examined all our mules to see that they were fit for overseas duty.  Unfortunately, they were!   I’m still hoping that they’ll motorize us before we go over!

            Daddy, I read in the paper that Borowy lost his first game to Washington.  Oh well, his luck had to change sometime.  I do hope Bloomfield keeps up their good work in baseball and track.  I see Harlow is doing good in track.  How far can he throw the shot put now?

            Well, I must close for now—but I’ll write again soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 22nd, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well, here I am again!  Lu, I received such a sweet  letter from you today—Thank a lot, “my little engaged sister.”

            Well, today was a very warm day—luckily, we had a very easy day compared to some of the previous ones.  However, they have lengthened our day to 9 ½ hours instead of 8, since we still have quite a few classes to cover before going to a P.O.E.  They woke us up at 5:30, then fall out at 7:00 AM. and work till 12:00; have an hour for lunch, and then work from 1 to 5:30.  This morning, we had a hike from 7 to 10, then had gun crew drill for 2 hours.  In the afternoon, they gave all of us physical examinations to make sure we weren’t contracting spinal meningitis, for one of the sergeants babies caught the disease, and they thought he might have brought back the germ to the camp.  They isolated all the fellows whom they thought might have caught it in one part of the barracks—away from the rest of us.  Also, we had classes in gas mask drill, and on the various types of gases.  Then, the rest of the day we had calisthenics, and went over an obstacle course.

            Incidentally, last week, I killed my first rattlesnake!  There were two fellows and me resting in our bivouack area, when one of them saw the snake about a yard away from me.  I jumped up and threw my knife at it, and wounded it pretty badly.  And then another fellow killed it with a stick.  Some fun!  That’s the first rattler I’ve ever seen in my life, and my last (I hope).

            Today, we were issued those big, long machete, balo (?) knives, which are used to cut paths through jungles.  Gee, are they wicked looking.  That’s just another factor which says we’ll go to some jungle overseas.

            Well folks, I shall close for now, but be good, and please take care of yourselves.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George


                                                                                    May 23rd, 1944

Dearest Folk,

            Just another short note—I made up my mind to write as often as possible, even if it is only a few words!

            Today has been another easy day—In the morning we devoted our time to eradicating our organization (612) markings from our pack saddles and other leather equipment!  The afternoon was one in which we had classes in first aid, gases, field sanitation, airplane identification, etc., up to 4:00 P.M.—then we had a speed march for 1 ½ hours (without the mules this time).  Really, I wouldn’t mind this outfit if every day was one like today!

            Daddy, how is school going these days?  I guess the term is just about over, isn’t it?

            Mom, you know what I’d like just about this time of the season, if I was home—a nice big bottle of homemade Hires Root Beer, or some of those various punches you used to make.  Really, you can’t realize how much I miss all those swell things you used to bake or cook.

            Lu, have you gotten that suntan yet, which you said you were attempting to get up a Pottersville?  Don’t get sun-burned instead!

            The copy of our paper which I’m sending is an old one, but I thought you might like to see it.

            Well, I shall close for now, but I will write tomorrow night again, if I possibly can.

            Be good Folks—“don’t take any wooden nickles.”   (Mom, remember that expression of yours?)

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 24th, 1944

Dearest Folk,

            Well, today was another warm, summery day in which we did very little.  All we had were classes in various subjects.  However, tonight, we went to the hand grenade course, and three 5 live grenades apiece.   Some fun!

            Lu, I got your letter and picture today—thanks ever so much for them both.  Lu, do you remember when you were working at Hotel Delmonico?   By a strange coincidence, my buddy’s (John Hilson) father owns that entire hotel.  His father’s an investment banker, and owns several hotels in N.Y.C.  Isn’t that a coincidence?

            Daddy, how’d Bloomfield make out in the tournament against Linden?  It’d be swell if they could win the state title.  Mom, “how is you these days?”  Are you still going to those surgical dressing classes?

            Tomorrow, I’m on Stable Police.  In other words, we become manure haulers when on that detail.  It really isn’t bad, though, for they don’t work us too hard!

            Well, I shall say goodnight for now ‘cause I have no more to say and it’s 11 P.M.

            I’ll try to keep up my writing, folks if I possibly can.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 29th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I received all of your swell letters, and thank you so much!

            Also, Mom, I got those swell packages from the Women’s Lions Club.  Gee, there were so many swell things in it.  I shall write to Mrs Walrath tonight, thanking her for everything.

            Lu, thanks a lot for that pin-up picture which you sent me.

            Well, we’re still preparing for our P.O.E.; this Wednesday, some inspecting generals are coming to look our outfit over.   Also, we learned today, that we’re going overseas as a “combat unit” instead of a pack train.   A pack train is a mule pack which is used for bringing up supplies up to the infantry.  Today, they gave us a lot of close-combat fighting, or as Walt would say, “dirty fighting.”  Guess what, there is a very slight possibility that we’ll get furlough, for our Major is trying to get them for us.  Really, I hope it comes through that we’ll be able to have furloughs!

            Daddy, how did B.H.S. do in the Baseball Tournament?

            Well folks, please excuse this short letter, for I’ll try to make it up next time.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George


                                                                                    May 30th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse this type of writing paper, for it is all I have right now.

            I received a sweet letter from Jeanie today.  Please thank her for it, and would you send me her address, for I lost the one you sent me.  You folks must be having a wonderful time up there at the farm.  I only wish I was there too!

            Gee, today didn’t seem at all like the Memorial Days I use to know, for we carried on the same type of schedule we’ve been doing this past couple of weeks.  We had a very interesting movie film on the treatment of malaria today.

            Tomorrow we’re spending all day on a clothing inspection by some General!  We’re supposed to get all new equipment before we go over, so they took all our measurements again.  I now take a 32 wrist, Mom, isn’t that some difference?

            I’m sending you a very interesting paper!  This is the type, which the newspapers send to fellows overseas.

            Daddy, I certainly wish I could help you with the lawn cultivating, etc.  Maybe someday in the near future I will.

            Lu, how’s the “Curtiss Propeller Expert” these days?  Please give my regards to your friend Shirley Caldwell for me!  Tell her the scar is doing fine on my leg!

            Well, I must close for now, folks, but I will keep you posted on everything which takes place.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    June 1st, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Thank you so much for your big, newsy letter, which I received today.

            Daddy, I’m so glad Bloomfield made out so well against Linden; I just hope they can beat Kearney in the next game.

            Walt must feel in his glory again, being able to pitch and win games again!  At least he’s having a swell time before he does go overseas, isn’t he?

            Lu, thank you so much for your letter.  No kidding, your letters make me so happy.

            We had our clothing inspection yesterday, and this coming Monday we’ll be issued practically all new things.

            Our battery was issued a whole lot of submachine guns, bazookas, and shotguns, so now we look like a regular arsenal.  I’m trying to get the job as one of the submachine men—it’s a pretty tough job, but as you remember, I always liked guns!

            This newspaper I’m sending is the latest one we received.  I hope you enjoy it.

            Well, I must close for now, but will write again soon—

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    June 4th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Please don’t be mad at my not writing for such a long time—I’ll try to do better.  I received your letters and thanks ever so much for writing so regularly!

            Daddy, I’m glad to hear B.H.S. is coming along so well in the tournament—if they keep up they’re present pace, I’m sure they’ll win the title.

            Here’s a picture of our section eating chow!  The shoulder insignia I’m sending is the one we’re wearing now—it represents the 16th Corps.

            Lucy, you seem to be really enjoying the farm this year!  I remember when you used to always want to stay in the city over the weekends.

            Mom and Dad, it would certainly be swell if you’d send me an identification bracelet. I’ve seen lots of fellows wearing them, and have always wished for one.  If you sent one, would you just put my name and serial number (42001476) on it!  Again, I want to say I’d be so grateful to you if you would send me one.

            Folks, I’ve raised my allotment to $35.00 a month plus 6.25 in a war bond each month starting in the month of July.  I feel that I won’t be spending too much money overseas, so I might just as well be saving it.

            Well, I shall close for now, but I’ll write tomorrow—for sure.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    Camp Carson, Colorado

                                                                                    June 5th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well here I am again—I was quite busy tonight, for we had some classes tonight!

            Folks, I won’t be able to say too much about when we’re leaving, etc., anymore, for we have been told to try to refrain from saying too much about our movements.  I’ve tried to keep you posted on everything which was taking place, but I think that for the safety of myself and the rest of the outfit, I’d better not say too much.  One thing I can say for sure is that we will leave here in the very near future.

            Today, we had an ordinance inspection our guns (carbines), etc.—they found them in excellent shape!

            Gee, it seems a shame to leave a nice place like Colorado just when it’s getting so beautiful around here.

            Dad, how’s the Mathematician going these days?

            Mom, I think it’s swell that you’re still doing that surgical dressing class, for it’s for such a great cause!

            Lulu, are you still keeping those Curtiss Wright propellers rotating?  How is Dick doing in the A.S.T.P., honey?

            Mom, I’m sending a lot of snapshots of friends, fellows, etc. home in my letter tomorrow night.  Would you please put them in a safe place in my room, until I come home!  I don’t know whether we can take too much stuff over with us, so I’m just keeping the pictures of you folks.

            Well, I shall say good night for now, but I’ll keep up my writing.

                                                                       Loads of love to the swellest family ever,

                                                                       George

 

                                                                        June 14th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Please don’t be mad my not writing for such a long time, but we honestly have been terribly busy packing everything!

            Lucille, I want to apologize for not acknowledging your birthday—I promise to make it up to you in the future!  However, honey, I want to wish a Happy, Happy Birthday to the “swellest” sister a brother could ever have.

            Well folks, I am now a B.A.R. (Browning Automatic Rifleman).  There are only 4 of these in a Battery, and it is a dangerous, but very essential job.  The gun weighs 28 lbs. and fires at the rate of 600 bullets per minute (just like a machine gun).  They’re used to protect the flanks, front and rear of the column when we’re moving through jungles, etc.  I won’t be alone, for I’ll have one assistant to relieve me if I get tired, or if anything happens.  I’ve wanted that job all along, and would much rather do that than carry a machine gun!

            Dad, I’m glad to see that your B.H.S. team is doing so well in the tournaments so far!

            I sent a package home this past week—it has all the stuff that I had to send home.

            Here are the pictures that I was going to send home before.  Please keep those allotment papers for me so I won’t lose them!  I’ll write you a long letter tonight (15th) to make up for this short one.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

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                                                                        Camp Carson, June 15th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

          Well, I’ve kept my promise to write to you tonight!

          Today, we changed into our khaki uniforms, and gee, they’re so much cooler than our OD's.

            Today was a day of leisure for us, ‘cause we hardly did a thing all day!  In the morning we took our mules for a ride (or should I say they took us!)  Anyhow, it was loads of fun, even though we have sore seats from riding bare-back!  In the afternoon, we lay on our bunks resting until four-thirty, and then had to fall out to play baseball till 5:15.  So you can judge for yourself how hard we worked.  The day before was quite hard, for we loaded all our equipment on freight cars!

            Incidentally, I know now where we’re going, and it is quite a ways from home!

            We also had a flag day ceremony yesterday with the major and colonel complimenting our fine work in developing as a fighting unit so fast.  The chaplain also offered a nice prayer in which he wished us safety in our ventures overseas.  I can’t get over the major’s last statement which was “Good luck men, and may you have good health, clear sailing and good hunting.”  All this really sort of made your spine tingle with patriotism in knowing that everyone is behind our outfit, and wishing us luck!  Yes, there is no doubt in my mind as to whether we’re going over or not, for the officers seem so certain about it.

            What about Walt?  Is his outfit supposed to go overseas soon too?

            Well folks, I shall close for now, but I’ll write soon again.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    Camp Carson, Colorado

                                                                                    June 16th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I received the swell bracelet and letter from you today.  Gee, that bracelet is beautiful—just what I was wishing for!

            Well folks, I guess I can tell you this, for by the time this letter reaches you, they’ll be at their destination!   Two of the four batteries in our Battalion left for their P.O.E. tonight!  The other two batteries (ours and another one) saw them off at the train depot, and it seemed rather sad to say goodbye to those fellows who were in our Battalion (612) with us. I guess we’ll be learning very soon now too!  The fellows who left certainly looked like seasoned soldiers in (their) sun tans, steel helmets, packs and their ruddy complexions.  Enough about that!

            Lu, thanks a lot for your swell letter!

            Mommy, how’s the housekeeper coming along these days?  Be sure not to overwork yourself, for when I was home, you always were too energetic and as a result, nearly ran yourself ragged.

            Dad, thanks for your swell clipping on the tournament game—I do hope Bloomfield can beat Caldwell.  Gee, I was surprised to hear that you’re going to teach summer school again.  I thought you’d want a relaxation after the many summers which you taught school.

            Today was another easy day, for we rode mules in the morning, and in the afternoon played baseball.  Incidentally, I hit a homerun in baseball yesterday, besides two singles.

            Well, I shall say goodnight for now, but will write tomorrow.

                                                                                    Your loving son,        

                                                                                    George

           

 

                                                                        Camp Carson, June 17-18, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well, another day has now gone by, and we’re still here—but it’s not so bad waiting, for we know definitely that we’re going soon ourselves!

            Today was a very warm summery day—in fact, much warmer than it ever was in New Jersey.  We rode mules in the morning, and in the afternoon gave all the mules a haircut.  No.  they haven’t been overworking us these days.  I guess they’re resting us up from our P.O.E physical examination.  It’s surprising how high the morale is in the Btry, even though we’re going over soon.

            I bet the farm looks beautiful nowadays.  Someday soon, I hope I’ll be able to go up there with you again!

            Lu, you must have a good suntan by now, haven’t you?...

            Well, I wasn’t able to finish last night as I had planned, so I’ll now finish.

            This morning we loaded all our mules on a freight train, and sent them out—to where, I don’t know (personally I don’t particularly care)  They were a lot easier to load than when we left Gruber, but still quite frisky.  Wow, you can just call us the “Muleless Mule Pack.”

            It has been very hot here these past few days, but the evenings are cool and comfortable to sleep in.

            Well folks, take care of yourselves, and dad, I want to wish a Happy Father’s day to the most wonderful dad a fellow could ever want!

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

  

                                                                        Camp Carson, June 27, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Again I have to apologize for not writing—but this time I have a very definite excuse for we weren’t allowed to write any letters at all for the past two weeks, since we expected to leave any time.  However, now I think it will be a week or so until we actually do leave.

            First of all, I received your money which you wired me, and secondly, thanks ever so much for all the wonderful letters and money from each of you.  Really, you can’t realize how good it was to find mail from your folks at nearly every mail call.

            There have been some more rumors going around that we still may get furlough—but I honestly doubt it very much.  However, if we do, you can bet your “bottom dollar” that I’ll be Jersey-bound, if I have to hitchhike home.

            It has become very hot here in Colorado, and is almost as bad as Bragg.  We do a lot of physical fitness, and tomorrow we’re going on a 26 mile hike to the top of Cheyenne Mountain.  (without any mules, of course)  This is so that we won’t get relaxed too much as far as hiking.

            Well folks, again I want to thank you for everything, and I’ll write if I possibly can.

            Give my love to Baby Barbara, Jeanie!

                                                                        Love,

                                                                        George


                                                                        Camp Carson, June 29th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I received many more letters from you this week—thank you ever so much!

            The weather here has been as hot as ever, with occasional rains now and then.  However, I’m really appreciating Colorado the longer I stay here.  They have been very easy on us these past few weeks, for since our mules and howitzers have left, we have little to work with.  Today, I had a class to my section on the B.A.R., instructing them in the nomenclature, assembling and disassembling of the gun.  It was a lot of fun, and I feel that they understood my instruction pretty well, if I do say so myself.

            Last Tuesday, we hiked up to the top of Cheyenne Mountain, and though it was a rough march, we had fun.  At noontime, we took our shoes off, and cooled our feet in a refreshing, clear mountain stream, while we munched peanut butter sandwiches that the cooks had prepared for us in advance.  We got back to the barracks at about 2:30 in the afternoon, and then they gave us the rest of the day off.

            Don’t think for a minute that by the way I’ve been talking we’re going to stay here for a long time, for the latest news is that we’ll leave between the 6th and the 10th of July, and that is very definite.

            Jeannie, thanks so much for your letter!  I realize how heartbroken you must be with Walt about to go overseas—but cheer up honey, for someday soon (I hope!!) all this mess will be over, and then we can be able to live our normal lives once again.  Gee, I bet Baby Barbara is awfully cute now!  I do wish I could see her again.  Be sure and say hello to her from her Uncle George!!!

            Lucy, how’s my smaller sister these days?  Are you still slaving up at Curtiss Wrights’?  Honey, do you like it as much as ever, or is it becoming monotonous after all this time?

            Mom, gee, your letters have been sweet.  I want to thank you again for all the times you’ve helped my through my trivial problems when I was home. Really, it was such a comfort to have such a swell “mom” even though I never thanked you much.

            Daddy, how’s Summer school going?  So you still keeping up the “Math Professor” end of our family!!  I want you to take all the money which you’ve sent me while I’ve been I the army out of my allotment money (when it starts)—for I really feel rather guilty asking for money from home when I realize you have your expenses at home!  I see Borowy is still with the Yanks!  By the way, what happened to Savage?  Did he get a leg injury or something?  Please take care of yourself dad, and don’t try to overdo your teaching, for that really must be a grind to teach practically all year around.

            Well, I shall close for now—will write again soon.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

P.S.  The other (2) batteries which left for a P.O.E. are now in New Orleans with the mules we sent two Sundays ago.


                                                                        Camp Carson, July 4th, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Well, today is the 4th of July, and it doesn’t seem at all like the ones we used to celebrate back home.  This morning, we went on a 20-mile hike in four hours, so you can see that it was quite a fast pace!  This afternoon, we had off to (supposedly) celebrate the 4th.  One thing, they’re having a “block dance” in the Springs [?] tonight, so I guess I’ll go to that!

            This Saturday, our orderly room has to be picked up and ready to be shipped, so it will not be much longer that we'll stay here, for the last two Batteries left the same day that they packed up their orderly rooms.

            How are things going there in Bloomfield and Pottersville?  Have you had sweet corn yet?  I'll bet everything is looking swell there with such expert farmers as my mom and Dad.

            Jeanie, can Baby Barbara speak English yet?  I know I’m a little too soon asking this but I was just wondering.

            Lucy, how’s Dick coming along in A.S.T.P? [?]  Will he eventually get a rating out of it?  Have you seen Ann [?] at the U.S.O. dances lately?

            I shall try to call you folks tomorrow night, and if I can’t get you, I’ll call Friday night.

            Keep yourselves well, folks!

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    July 11th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well, at last I’m finally able to get a letter off to you.  I arrived safely at our destination, and am having some of the best meals since I came in the army.

            I guess you’re enjoying yourselves up at our summer home—I certainly wish I could be there with you.

            Dad, didn’t you say you’re teaching in summer school until July 25th?  Well, at least you’ll have a little vacation before the regular school term begins.

            Jeanie, have you heard from Walt yet?  How’s my little niece, Barbara Ann?  I bet she’s a lot bigger now than when I was her.  Be sure to teacher her my name so she can say “Hello Uncle George” when I come home again.

            Lu, did you have a good time with Ann last weekend?  What did she say about me?  As mother said, “My ears were busy”.

            Mommie, thanks ever so much for your wonderful letters—you can’t realize how much I appreciate them!

            Folks, I can’t say a thing as to where I am, or what we’ve been doing, for our censorship has now started.  However, when I get home again, I’ll tell you all about everything.

            Take care of yourself Folks, and I want you to know that I’m always thinking of you.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

PS Dad, again, I’m asking you if you could possible send some money by telegram—if possible.

PPS.  My address is:  Pvt. George Haupin

                                    42001476

                                    612 F.A.B.N. (PK), Btry A.

                                    A.P.O. 5572

                                    c/o Postmaster New York City, New York.

 

                                                                                    July 20th

Dearest Folks,

            I hope you received my letter from last week all right.  I’m sorry that I couldn’t write sooner, but there were various things which interfered.

            I got two letters today (my first ones since being here)—one from you, mom, and the other from Aunt Kate.

            I was surprised to hear that Aunt Kate has left to visit Sugar Grove—and possible retire in the near future.

            Jeanie, I bet Barbara Ann is having the time of her life up there in Pottersville, isn’t she?  By the way, have you heard from Walt since he left Fort Dix?  I certainly hope he’s well and safe—wherever he may be now!

            Daddy, how is the gardener coming along?  I bet you still work ‘til you almost drop every chance you get to be up at the farm.             

            Lucy, how be you these days?  Are you still keeping those “Propellors turnin’” up at Curtiss?  Give my love to Shirley (your gal friend) and tell her my scar is still doing okay!

            The weather has been terrifically hot here, although the nights are cool and comfortable for sleeping.

            Daddy, I received the second money order from you this week—thanks so very much.  The reason why I asked for money being that I wanted to see as much of this part of the country as possible before leaving.

            Well, I shall close for now, but take care of yourselves, folks, and don’t worry about me for I’ll try to do the same.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George            

 

                                                                     Postcard From Riverside, California

Dearest Folks,

            Gee this California is a beautiful place—too bad I won’t be staying longer.  Am living about 8 miles from Riverside.  Went to Los Angeles and Hollywood this past weekend.  Received the money you sent me—thanks ever so much.

            Please take care of yourselves, folks and I’ll do the same.

                                                                        Love,

                                                                        George

 

                                                                        July 23, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I received all of your letters these past few days, and you can’t realize how swell it was to receive mail again after such a long delay.

            I guess my phone call disillusioned you in a certain way, but as I guess you realize by now “this is the Army.”

            I was so glad to hear that Walt arrived safely overseas, Jeanie.  I bet you’re greatly relieved as far as that anyway.

            Dad, again I want to thank you so much for all the money you sent me. However, from now on,  Iwon’t be needing much of that.

             Today I was on K.P., but it wasn’t too bad—for there are so many others on it too,  that the work was made much easier.

            How has Harlow been doing these days?  I do hope he’ll turn out to be as swell a fellow as he seems to be turning out as.

            Well folks, I shall close for now, but please take care of yourselves and give my love and a big kiss to Baby Barbara Ann.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    July 31st, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Well, here I am—finally on my way overseas—where, I don’t know but am very anxious to know…[lower part of the page is missing.]

…between each one.  Yes, it is getting rougher than before, and will probably get worse!

            The other day some of the fellows saw 3 whales spouting; whales seem odd after just reading about them all my life in books.  We also saw some flying fish.

            Gee, I thought the ocean was rough, but to my surprise, it was very calm! The water is a very light blue, and really picturesque.

            Incidentally, our whole outfit is on K.P. every other day, which is pretty rough, but K.P.’s get 3 meals a day while the rest only get 2.  The only thing wrong is the darn heat of the kitchen—we’re dripping with perspiration and our clothing just sticks to us till the end of the day.

            One thing, the Red Cross has done a lot to make it nice for us.  Before getting on the boat, they gave us coffee, sandwiches, and punch.  Today we all received a toilet article bag containing 1 pack of cigarettes, writing paper and envelopes, soap and case, razor blades, sewing kit, 25 cent novel, pencil, and a few other things.   Two days ago, they gave everyone a free carton of cigarettes.  So you see, they are really doing all they can to help us.

            How I hope I can get home soon!  You don’t miss anything so much ‘till you’re far away from it.

            Jeanie, have you heard anymore from Walt?  I hope he’s all right.  How’s my little niece these days—I bet she’s as brown as a berry from all the sun baths you’ve been giving her!

            Lucy, how’s my lil’ sister?  Gee, your voice sounded good over the telephone when I last called!  How’s Dick doing in A.S.T.P.?  If you folks see Harlow, would you tell him I’d like to hear from him if he could possibly write.  Honestly, folks, you can’t realize how good one feels to get mail from home.

            I  got a haircut the other day which I wouldn’t be seen with back in the states!  It’s all cut down to the scalp, and really feels cool!  Most of the fellows did this—some leaving a V of hair on the top of their head, also.  I’m growing a mustache and someday hope to look like Clark Gable!  Don’t you think I will?  (Hmmm…)

            Mom, I bet you still rush around doing your house-cleaning just like when I was home.  You’d better take it easy for if I come home and find you in a weary condition I’m going to spank you—I’m big enough now (I think.).

            Dad, I guess by the time this reaches you, summer school will be over, and the fall term will be about started.  Have you killed many “ground hogs” at the farm this year.  I used to get a big kick out of watching you “sneak up on them.”  Give my love to all your pupils—if you have any that I know!

            Folks, do you think you could send me a hunting knife with quite a long blade.  I’d like it to look something like this if possible.  (Drawn picture of a knife) If you’d do so I’d really appreciate it. 

            Well folks, I shall close for now, but will write again soon.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George


                                                                                    August 9th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse the sloppiness of this letter, for it is all that I can do now.

            Yes, we’re still on the boat, and are all getting rather tired of it now.

            I still haven’t become seasick, but still have plenty of time to do this, so I’m not bragging about the fact….[torn page]

…I certainly will have a lot of things to tell you folks when I do get home, won’t I?

            Jeanie, how be you?  Are you still watching carefully over my little niece until her poppy and Uncle come home?

            Lu, have you decided when you and Dick are to be married?  Please wait ‘til after the war, so I’ll be able to go to at least one wedding other than my own!  Okay?

            I guess it won’t be long before you’ll be closing up the farm for the summer, will it!!! Oh well, maybe this time next year, I’ll be there to help you end up the Pottersville summer.

            Mom, I’m still looking forward to those home-cooked meals when I come home.  I can hardly wait!  Also, my soft bed will feel good for a change after sleeping on all types of places.

            Well folks, I don’t know when you get this letter, but I’ll keep writing as often as I can!

                                                                         Be good.

                                                                         George

P.S.: Please try to sent that hunting knife if possible.

 

                                                                        August 27th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            I have finally reached my Port of Debarkation, and yesterday we received our first mail since leaving the States.

            Thanks ever so much for all your letters—I really enjoyed reading them. Altogether I received eight from you folks plus funnies from Aunt Kate.  Would you folks thank her also for her letters?

            We are now in a land of very humid climate, and much rain—right now.  I cannot say as to what country I’m in, but it’s in the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign.

            Folks, if it would be at all possible to send me some T-shirts, or sweat shirts (plain) like I used to wear for football, I’d certainly be able to use them!

            I’m going to try to get a few souvenirs here, to bring home after the war.


                                                                        September 2nd.

Dear Folks,

Well, I am at my new camp—we live in tents and eat out of mess kits.  I must say it hasn’t the table conveniences, but it’s better than staying on the boat.

            The weather is very hot here and I have a good tan already—or should I say sunburn?

            I did lots of washing today to make up for my laxity on the boat—6 undershirts, 4 shorts, 4 towels, 1 pair of fatigues, leggings and suntans.  Mom, I’ll be able to do the washing in the home for you, when I get home.  Okay?!!

            Folks, could you possible send some candy (walnettos, etc.) fruit juices, jam, etc.  Anything to eat or drink—for the facilities are very poor for buying things here.  Also, Mom, remember those khaki swimming trunks I have there at home?  Well, I’d appreciate them here, for something to relax in.

            Well, folks, take good care of yourselves, and I shall try to do the same.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

PS Please write us as often as possible!!!

PPPS:  My A.P.O. is now #628 instead of 5572.

 

                                                                        September 2nd, 1944

Dear Folks,

            Guess what!!! I received (3) letters from you just now!  They were dated August 18-21-22.—so you see that’s pretty quick service.

            You asked me what I’d like for my birthday! Well as Mom suggested, I could use a cigarette lighter (with lighter fluid). Also, any time you’re able to send any candy, peanuts, jams, crackers, or anything to eat, I’d appreciate it, for that’s one thing I can always do (eat).

            Will write as often as possible—and don’t worry about me!

                                                                        Love,

                                                                        George

PPPPS  Mom, I’m sorry about not being able to send you anything on the 24th of August, but I want to wish the most wonderful Mother a fellow could have a happy, happy Birthday!!! I do hope I’ll be home for next August so that I can make up this years’.   

                                                                        Lovingly,

                                                                        George

 

                                                                      Sept 8th, 1944

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse the paper, as it is the only thing I can find at the present.

            I still cannot let you know where I am, but will be able to in a few more weeks.

            Lu, I received a swell letter from you yesterday dated August 27th.  Thanks ever so much.  Mom, I also receive your Vmail.  Dad thanks for yours and Jeanie’s letter too.  Gee, you cannot realize just how wonderful it is to be able to hear from you folks as often as I have been.

            The other day it rained cats and dogs here.  As I told you before, we sleep in tents, and when the downpour came we literally started to float around in our tents, for we didn’t dig the surrounding trenches deep enough.  However, everything is fine today and except for the heat all’s well.

            Mom, that was a cute picture which you sent of you and Baby Barbara Ann.  If you have any more snapshots of your folks, it’d be swell if you could send them.  Speaking of that folks, if you could send more V-127 film, or any 127 film I’d sure be able to take some good pictures for we are allowed to take them here!  I have one roll and 6 pictures left in another roll, but they won’t last long and it’s impossible to get them over here.

            I’ve been hearing very regularly from Aunt Kate, would you thank her for me, and I’ll try to write to her tomorrow.

            Well, I must close for now, but will write again as soon as possible.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

PS  Please keep writing me often as possible!!!

 China-Burma-India Theater of War (This is our shoulder Insignia)              

                                                                          

                                                 September 20th, 1944 "Somewhere in Burma"

Dearest Folks,

            Well, I can finally say that I am now in Burma.  I guess I kept in you suspense for quite a while as to my location, but I still cannot disclose exactly where I am.  We are rather near the Irrawaddy River and there is dense jungle all around us.  This morning we went on a hike to get us back in condition after all our traveling, and practically hacking our way through dense jungles and tall grasses which were way above our heads.  We tramped through deep, marshy water, mud and slime, which was sometimes way above our knees.  We captured several snipers in the jungles around our camp a couple of weeks ago.  Also, there are wild animals such as lions, tigers, leopards, elephants, hyenas, jackals, crocodiles, etc.  However, the main thing we have to combat here are diseases!  There are Malaria, Typhus, Typhoid, dysentery, tuberculosis, Black Water fever, Cholera, Hookworm, amoebic dysentery, and just about every disease imaginable.  The bugs, ants, etc., are all over, and every time we crawl into our mosquito bars at night we have scorpions, grasshoppers, centipedes and lizards in these with us.  We have several fellows who have left today for a base hospital to be treated for malaria, and one is supposed to go back to the states already, for he contracted tuberculosis of the Bowels, and it a pretty sick boy.

            I’ve seen a lot of Jap entrenchments, foxholes and bamboo huts in the jungles where our camp is, and one fellow already found a Jap 25 caliber rifle with bayonet.  They’re about 5 ½ ft. long, and are very accurate—which contradicts those sayings about the Japs having far inferior weapons to ours.  I’ve talked to many of the famed “Merrill’s Marauders” and they also say the Japs are very much underrated as fighters.  All those fellows saw a lot of action, and are now a broken down outfit due to diseases, etc.

 

                                                                                    September 21st, 1944

            The sun here in Burma is terrific, and one can’t stay in it very long, so we don’t work during the heat of the day.

            While I was in India, we stayed at a camp by the name of Rangarh.  I was very disillusioned with India, for all the people are so slovenly and poor that it makes me sick to think about it.  I also got a chance to see Bombay!  There are some very beautiful buildings there, and we were able to get some very good food at Chinese restaurants there. 

            Folks, if you could possibly send me some V-127 or any 127 film, I’d certainly be able to use it.  Also anything to eat, for we get all our supplies by plane, and sometimes we don’t get too much to eat.  If you could send me some matches too.  I’d certainly appreciate it.

            Well, I shall close for now, but will write again soon.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Write soon!

PSS My A.P.O is now 218

 

 

                                                                         September 24th, Burma, 8:30 P.M.

Dearest Folks,

     Well again I have found time to write to you.  Today is Sunday, but it’s nothing like I used to know it—even though we were given the day off.

     I am writing this letter by electric light, for we brought an electric generator with us from the States and we are now putting it in good use.  We’ve also fixed up a radio so we can now get a little bit of the news.  It is nothing like our broadcast back home, for most of the programs come from London, India and Tokyo.  However, we just heard some recordings of our dance bands back home, and they sure sounded good!

     Tonight, I was hit with a case of homesickness.  I was thinking of all the things I used to enjoy back home, and it almost brought tears to my eyes.  I do hope I’ll get back to the states again, so that I may be with all my wonderful family.  I hope this war will be over in a year at least, for I don’t think I could stand it much longer.  The heat is terrific, and there are so many insects biting us  all day that it drives one almost crazy.

     It is said that in the near future we’ll be meeting the test of all our training.  Please don’t worry about me, for I’ve taken care of myself this far, and I’m praying that the dear lord will help to continue to do

                                                                        September 25th

     Today started another week of training.  We go on hikes through the jungle every morning for about three hours.  It was extremely hot today, and I was perspiration soaked most of the day.  The winter season is just about over, so I can just imagine how hot the coming dry season will be.

     By the way, I have now been on an airplane ride.  I was surprised at the tameness of it—for I expected a much more interesting experience.

     Well, I shall close for now, but will write you soon.

                                                                        Your loving son,

 P.S.: Please write soon!!!!

                                                                                     October 4th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            I received three letters from you today, plus that beautiful birthday which Mom and Dad sent me!  I want to thank all of you folks for being so thoughtful in writing to me—even though I have not been so good myself.

            Again, I’m writing by candlelight tonight, with all the crickets and bugs chirping outside our tent to beat the band!!  We really put in a strenuous day’s work around here, and sure appreciate the evening when we’re through.  It begins to get dusk here about 5:45, for the so-called winter season is supposed to be on its way now.

            Daddy, how’s school coming nowadays?  Do you still find it as interesting as ever, or is it becoming rather tiresome now?

            I’m sending these 6 photos home, for I’m afraid they’ll be rained if I keep them with me.  If you’d put them with the others which I sent home I’d appreciate it.  I’m keeping just the ones of our family with me.

            Now I’ll tell you a little about the Burmese people.  The men are about the size of the Filipino or Hawaiian, and are very strong and wiry.  Up until 1938, the Kachins (Burmese tribe) which is the race where we are, were headhunters and very savage-like.  Then the missionaries came in and Christianized them to a large extent.  They hate the Japs, for the Japs ravaged their homes and misused their women.  The Americans are very well-liked over here—even more than the British and Chinese.  I’ve seen a lot of Chinese outfits since being over here.  They’re not as great fighters as they’re supposed to be, for they’re very maniacal just like the Japs and have no self-initiative when their leaders are gone.

            I hope I haven’t talked like a historian, but that’s just a little about the people I’m associated with.

            Be good, take care of yourselves, and I’ll try to write again tomorrow.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

[Letter is accompanied by an article clipping from CBI Roundup about how the U.S.O. entertainers will not come and perform for the soldiers in Burma because things are “too rough.”]

 

                                                                                    October 20th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Well, everything is still going along as well as possible, and I’m still in good health (however, I’m keeping my fingers crossed).

            About a week ago, we had our first U.S.O. show!  There were very good acts, and had a good G.I. orchestra with them.  The girls sang such songs as “Begin the Beguine”, “Stand Out”, etc.  To end the show, they played the “Stars Spangled Banner.”  It’s funny, but seeing that show made the fellows and myself think of our homes ‘way back in the States.’

            Folks, these pictures I’m sending home are some which I took here in Burma.  We don’t have any printing paper here, so I’ll just be able to send the negatives.  Those pictures of the elephants should be very good ones.

            Lu, I wonder if you could have a few sets of prints made up of these negatives, and send them to me, and to Ann Miller.  The fellows here in my outfit saw the negatives, and did wish they had some prints of them.

            Lu, remember that news clipping that you sent me, well I’m located right near where that picture in the article was taken.

            Folks, it’s swell that you’re sending some xmas packages to me, for I’m sure that the fellows and I will appreciate them.

            Dad, I’m glad Bloomfield beat East Side Newark 12-0, [and] I do hope they can keep it up.  I was sorry to see Cornell lose to Yale.

            I shall say good nite for now, but I’ll write again when time permits.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

Thank you so much for all the letters—I certainly appreciate them!!!

 

 

                                                                                    October 24th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks

 

            Here I am again—writing a little sooner this time.

            I received quite a number of letters from you folks this past week, thank you very much for them.

            This pamphlet I’m sending is one which was distributed—I think you’ll enjoy reading it.  I do hope you received my negatives alright.

            Dad, do you think you could possibly give Shirley Fried a picture of one of those elephants?  She’s been wishing I’d send her a picture or something for sometime.

            I still haven’t received any packages as yet, but am looking forward to them.

            In one of your letters, you said you were wondering what we ate here in Burma.

            Some of the items are dehydrated eggs, cabbage (dehydrated, too), corn, tomatoes, hash, stews, potatoes, pineapple, grapefruit juice, coffee, a form of egg nog, cocoa, lemonade, pancakes, rice, cereal, bread (Australian), apple butter, peanut butter, peach jam, marmalade, bacon, and French toast.  So you see, we have quite a variety of foods, even though they’re nothing like our food back in the states.

            Jeanie, I wish I could see Barbara Ann-I bet she’s a cute little youngster.  I hope Walt still is all right, for I think about him a lot.

            Dad, its swell that Bloomfield beat Belleville this year!!

            Lu, thank you so much for all your wonderful letters.

            Mom and Dad, I don’t want you folks to worry about me, for I promise to take care of myself, and to come home in fine health one of these days.

            I’ll write again soon.

                                                                        Love to all,

                                                                        George

P.S.  Please thank Aunt Kate for the letters and newspapers she sent me.

[This letter came with a drawing of Superman, by Dad.  The picture follows this letter.]

 

                                                                                                Oct.. 24th,  Burma

Dearest Folks,

            Well, I received some more letters from you yesterday!  Thanks very much.  I’m trying to write more often now, and will try to keep it up.

            Things are going about the same as ever—still keeping pretty busy.  Our camp area now looks really nice.  We still have a lot to clear yet, but it looks a lot more liveable than when we first came.

            I received a letter from Harlow the other day, and he seems to be really enjoying College life.  I also heard from Vic Dahn and Bob Lobell—they’re about ready to go to Midshipman school, where after 4 months they’ll get their commissions.  I guess they really got a good break by going to college with the navy, but there’s no sense kicking now.

            The last Sunday we got a spoonful of ice cream a piece at dinner.  It was our first since we first arrived here.  I hope we’ll be getting more from now on.  Oh well, when I get back in the States I’ll be able to get all those things again, as I guess I can wait.  

            I guess by now you have those negatives developed!  How did they turn out?  When I get those film you folks sent me, I’ll take more pictures around here, for there’s so much I’d like to show you.

            Lucy, I’m glad you’re having a good time at those U.S.O. dances.  You must be meeting some cute servicemen.  I hope Dick isn’t getting jealous!  When I get home, you Jeanie and I will go out dancing someplace, okay Lu?

            Jeanie, I’m glad you’re hearing from Walt quite frequently, for I’m sure it must ease your mind to at least be receiving mail from him.  I only hope he’ll stay all right.  Has Barbara Ann been able to say Uncle George yet?  Whey did you say she’ll be going to school?  I guess she has a little while yet before she’ll be doing that.  So she’s reached the stage where she throws her toys around.  When I get home, I’ll buy her all the dolls she wants to throw.

            Mom, you must be very busy with those surgical dressing classes besides the other things—be sure not to overwork yourself, for I want to see a healthy Mom when I get home, instead of a tired one.  That goes for you too Dad.  You’d be surprised how much I hope and pray that all my folks way back home will keep healthy and well.

            Well dear folks, I must say goodnight for now, but I shall write again soon.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    October 30th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            I received many more letters from you yesterday, but as yet, no packages.   However, they’ll probably come in the near future.

            I’m sending a few articles from our C.B.I. paper to you for you’ll enjoy them.  It comes out once a week, and really gives us the latest news going on back home besides over here.

            Lu, that Meadowbrook must be quire the spiffy place now!! Did you see Harry James and Betty Grable?

            Folks, have you been receiving my allotment money every month?  If you haven’t please tell me.   Also don’t send me anymore money, for I cannot use it.  However, if you could possibly send me a cigarette lighter, candy bars, etc, I’d really appreciate it.   You see, we’re able to get a lot of lighter fluid here, but no lighters.  Also, some pieces of flint.

            Dad, I’m glad  Bloomfield is doing so well in football this year!  How do you account for the change over last year?  I also read in the press that you’re one of the four in the school system who are eligible for retirement.  That’s swell, for I know how hard you’ve worked all these years to keep our family supplied with anything we needed.  Are you going to retire after this year?

            The evenings are getting darker early here, now that winter is about setting in, and the nights are actually cold in our tents.  However, the days are just as warm as ever.

            I met Carl Rowe again last night—he’s in the camp with me but (of course) not in the same outfit.

            Well, stay healthy folks, and don’t worry!!

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Dad name some more people in your classes (the most prominent ones) for I didn’t know any of the others you mentioned.

 

                                                                                    October 31st “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            I wrote last night, but here I am again!  Everything is going as normally as possible.  Today has been a very beautiful day, with a swell breeze blowing.  Last night I was on guard and there was the prettiest full Burmese moon you’d ever want to see.  It reminded me a lot of the beautiful moonlit nights we used to have up at Pottersville.

            I received a letter from you today dated October 19th, so you see we’re getting mail fairly fast now.  I’m glad you received two from me—I hope you’ll receive more soon!

            You folks made me chuckle at the way you attempt to try to find out where I’m located by maps, etc.  I only wish I could come right out and tell you, but then the censor would be on my neck.

            Your packages still haven’t come, but don’t worry, for they’ll get here if it takes 6 months.

            Dad, I’m very interested in the Bloomfield vs. Central game, for there’s a corporal in my outfit who went to Central High.  Incidentally, I have a ten rupee (about $3.00) bet with him on the outcome.

            Jeanie, it must be swell to hear from Walt so regularly, isn’t it?  Do you have any exact idea of where he is or who he’s with.  Has Baby Barbara begun wondering where her papa is?  Just tell her in baby language “your papa’s off to the Seven Seas.”

            Lu, how are the propellers coming at Curtiss-Wright?  Are they still running that plant full blast, or are they beginning to lay off workers?

            Mom, don’t worry about my praying for the lord to keep me safe—the other night I had a chance to test him out!!! I’m still anxious to get back home and to taste all those preserves you made this past summer.   Yes, I’m really going to be a chow hound when I get home, so I’m preparing you beforehand.

            I’m sending another section of our CBI paper.  Be good and take care of yourselves.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    November 1st, 1944

                                                                                    “Burma” 8:00 P.M.

Dearest Folks,

            Another day is ended, and here I am writing again by my own devised lamp.  I took a beer bottle, filled it with a mixture of gasoline and oil and used a piece of tent rope for a wick.  There are five fellows in each tent, but at the present, I’m the only one in my tent—I hope the other fellows will come back soon, for I feel rather funny being in a tent by myself.

            Well, one can really tell that we’re in a different season now, for the nights here are actually becoming cold.

            It’s funny, but when I sit here writing, I wonder if it’s worth coming way over here, and fighting for a dense, desolate country like Burma, when it isn’t even ours.  Maybe I have the wrong slant on the things, but I don’t think they should send Americans to a place like this to die from diseases and much less, the Japs.  I receive letters from some of the fellows back there in the states, and honestly don’t believe they realize a war is going on over here.  If they’d been here a few nights ago, they would have realized it, and they might have become more sober in respect to this war.  Just think of the many fellows who have given their lives over here—and for what!  To liberate a god-forsaken country whose people are too ignorant to realize all that we are doing for them.

            I admit they’re a very splendid people as far as friendliness is concerned, but why could all these Burmans organize a small army from their many natives, and help drive out the Japs themselves, instead of serving just as scouts, guides and guards for our American forces?  Maybe I’d better stop all this complaining, but I feel a lot relieved to get this off my chest.  Please disregard everything I’ve said, for I didn’t mean it.  I realize we’re all fighting to preserve freedom everywhere in the world where subjugation has emerged.

            Lu, I received a sweet letter from you today!  Thanks ever so much.

            I guess I shall say goodnight dear folks, but please take care of yourselves for my sake, and keep writing.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Here’s some more of the CBI paper.

 

 

                                                                                    November 2nd, ’44, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse this for being such a short letter, for I’m on guard tonight, and want to get in a little sleep.

            I’m sending a couple of books concerning Burma and India, which are rather interesting.  I do hope the censor will allow them to go through!

            Lu, I received another letter from you today, containing that wonderful prayer.  I really enjoyed it, and passed it around to the other fellows to read.  You know that old saying “There isn’t any atheist in a foxhole.”  Lu, you asked my opinion on whether you should go into the American Red Cross volunteer for overseas service!  All I can say is that I hope you do not, for it is no place for an American girl, overseas, and I’m sure we all would feel pretty bad if our sisters started coming overseas too.  Lu, just stay home, and keep working where you are, and you’ll help the war effort 100% more over there, than coming overseas.  The fellows here (and I too have seen the Red Cross service over here and don’t think much of it.  I spoke to about five fellows concerning your question, and they all feel the way I do.  Lu, for my sake, please stay in the States—but of course, I cannot keep you from coming.

            Well, goodnight for now, and I’ll write again tomorrow.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Give my love to Barbara Ann Jeanie!!!

 

                                                                                                Nov. 6th  “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Today is Sunday, although it hardy seems like it for we were kept busy most of the day.  They have really been working us long hours since we got here, and the fellows are becoming very disgruntled and worn out.  However, I guess we won’t have much more of it to worry about.  Incidentally, if you folks don’t hear from me for a while, please don’t worry, for I’ll be all right.  I don’t know when I’ll have to quit writing, but it won’t be long from now!

            I still have not received any packages from you folks—but I’m still a-hopin.’

            Dad, I was certainly glad Bloomfield beat Central, for I collected the 10 rupee bet I had with that fellow.  We got paid today, and I’m going to send $15.00 home besides my allotment money this month.  I sent $10.00 extra home last month—for cigarettes (4 cartons per month), and toothpaste.   Folks if you could send some razor blades, I could sure use them, for we can’t get them here. (double-edge)

            Also, if you could send some candy like gum drops, peanuts, caramels, lifesavers, Black Crow gumdrops, peanut butter cracker sandwiches, etc.  I certainly appreciate it.  If you could send me an extra tooth brush, I could use it, for I’ve worn out two already.

            Folks, this rupee is the type of money we use over here—I thought you’d be interested in seeing it!

            Well, I’ll say good night for now, but I’ll write again tomorrow!

            Keep well folks, for I love you all very much!

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    November 7th, “Burma”

Hello Folks,

            Mom, I received a letter from you today dated the 28th of October.  Isn’t that pretty fast delivery?  I hope my mail is reaching you just as quickly!!!

            I’m sending home a check for $15.00 from my pay this month—plus the $35 you receive every month (I hope)   You see, we haven’t any need for money here, so I’m trying to save all I can.

            Today was another beautiful, breezy day—so much of a contrast from before.  We haven’t had any rain for several weeks now.

            They gave use a demonstration on building things from bamboo today.  That’s the most useful wood I’ve ever seen in my life.  One can build houses, furniture, fences, rafts, mats, cups dippers and everything else imaginable from it.  The natives here are very adept in handling it, and without bamboo, they’d have a very hard job making homes, etc.  I’ll take some pictures of native homes around here, and send them to you.

            Well, there is little more to say tonite, so I’ll close.  Be good!!!

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Please let me know whether or not you receive the check in this letter!!!

 

 

                                                                                     November 8th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            My, how the days roll by!  The time really seems to go fairly fast, although not the way I’d like it to.

            Jeanie, I read your letter telling me about where you thought I was at.  Well, you were correct on your calculations, and to be more exact, I’m where that story took place (approximately).

            Again I say that you may not hear from me for a few months, but don’t worry, for I’ll be okay.

            I’m sending this Christmas Greeting to you in advance, for I want to be a little ahead of time.  Please excuse the rather poor Christmas card, but I cannot do better.

            Yesterday, we had three delicious meals of “C” rations.  For breakfast I had a can of meat and vegetable hash and a can containing wonderful “dog biscuits” and powdered coffee.  For dinner I had meat and beans with dog biscuits plus lemonade to drink and for supper I had vegetable stew with dog biscuits and more coffee (synthetic).  Yessirree, we are certainly having wonderful meals here.  Oh well, when I get home I’ll raid our refrigerator—but good.

            Well, I close this short letter, for there’s nothing more I can say without the censor getting on my neck.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

 

[Drawing which accompanied the letter.]

 

 

 

 

 

[Last page of November 8th letter.]

 

                                                                                    Nov. 11th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Today is Memorial Day [Veteran's Day?], but it doesn’t seem very much like it here—no parades or things like we used to have there at home.  However, I’m looking for the time when we’ll have a day set aside in commemoration of the ending of this war.

            By the way, I’m now a F.F.C.—not much of an advancement, but it means about $5.00 a month more than before, so that’s something.

            I still have not received any packages from you folks!  I hope they’ll be along soon.  In the meantime, if you could send some bars of candy, nuts, matches (or I really could use a cigarette lighter), cookies, or anything to eat, I really appreciate it.  Also if you could send me some writing tablets, I could use them.

            The weather here is actually cool now—just like October weather back there in Bloomfield.

            I was delighted to hear that Bloomfield beat Dickinson!  It they keep that up, they’ll win the State Title for old B.H.S.

            Jeanie, how’s Barbara Ann these days?  She must be quite a big girl by now!  Whom does she look most like, you or Walt?

            Lucy, you want to watch yourself going out with all those “soldier boys”—Dick might get jealous.  I’m only kidding Lu.  I’m sure glad you’re having a good time, and not staying in all the time.

            Mom, I think it’s swell that you’re going to all those surgical dressing classes, but don’t try to do too many things and run yourself ragged.

            Dad, have you been able to get much cider this fall?

            Aunt Kate, I want to thank you so much for all the newspapers you’ve been sending me.   The fellows and myself really enjoy them very much.

            Well, I must close now, but I’ll write again soon.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    November 12th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Well, today is Sunday, and we’re not working—taking a much-needed rest,

            Folks, again I say, if you don’t hear from me, don’t be worried, for I’ll be all right.  Our Battalion will send two letters to you every month, just to let you know I’m okay.

            I guess by the time this letter reaches you the football season will be over.  I do hope we got the state title this year.

            By the way, did you receive the negatives and checks I sent you?  If you didn’t, please let me know.

            If you could possibly send some things to eat like cookies, bars of candy, fig newtons, etc, I’d really appreciate it.

            Well, I shall close for now, but I’ll keep writing just as long as possible.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 P.S.  I received letters form you folks just know!!  I’m glad you received those negatives from me.

 

                                                                                    Nov 13th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Comes another night when I’m able to write, but my letters will probably be few and far between from now on.  However, don’t worry, for I’ve prayed to the dear Lord to protect in these coming months.  Please write as often as you can, for I really enjoy hearing from you folks.

            I still haven’t received any packages from you folks.   I sent my camera home today, for I will not have any further use for it here.

            Here are some more pictures which you folks sent me and I’m returning

            Dad, how’re the football games coming along?  Are we still winning them all?

            Mommie, I want to thank you for all your sweet letters—they make me feel as if I’m right there with you folks.  Jeanie, do you still hear often from Walt?  I do hope so, for I know it means so much to you folks back home to hear from us ‘way over here.

            Lucy, how’s my little socialite of a sister?

            Well, dearest folks, I’ll close for now, but I want you to know that I love you all very, very much!

                                                                                    Love always,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    Tuesday, Nov. 28th

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse my not writing any sooner, but the thing I mentioned in my letters has now happened!  I am now in combat—where, I cannot say.  All I can say is that we’ve walked many, many miles since I last wrote.

            Right now we’re having several days rest before we take off again. 

            I received two letters from you since leaving my last place.

            Dad, I received the names of some of your students, and I know the first one very well, in fact I was about 10 points higher than he was, though we were pretty close.

            Jeanie, do you still hear from Walt as often as before?  Is Barbara Ann able to talk now?

            Mom, I don’t want you or Dad to worry about me for I’ll come out of this all right.

            I was glad to hear that Bloomfield beat Garfield.  I just hope they have as good luck against Irvington.  Dad, as soon as I get back from this campaign, I’ll start sending about $20.00 more home a month—for I have no use whatsoever for it here.

            Lu, how’s dick making out these days? Is he still in Colo.?

            Well, I’ll close for now, but I’ll write every chance that I get.

            Please excuse the writing!!!

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

[Letter is folded very small and the writing is very hurried.  Clearly, this was written on the run.]

 

NEWS BLACKOUT.

 

                                                                        December 2, 1944

                                                                        From 612th Field Artillery Headquarters

Dear Mr. Haupin,

            Your son, George is now participating in military activities of this unit which may prevent his writing to you for a time.  During this period this headquarters will inform you twice monthly as to his welfare.

            While he may be unable to write you, it will be possible for us to deliver mail to him.  May I suggest you write to him often, as I know your letters mean a great deal to him.

            As you know, military restrictions established for the security of the troops, prevent me from giving you detailed reports, therefore I know that you will understand I will not be able to reply directly to letters requesting additional information.

            When addressing him please make certain to include his full name, army serial number, battery and unit designation.  His APO number is 218, c/o Postmaster, New York, New York.

                                                                        For the Commanding Officer,

                                                                        Carl F. Kuhn, 

                                                                        CYO     USA

                                                                        Adjutant

 

                                                                        No Date

                                                                        From 612th Field Artillery Headquarters

Dear Mr. Haupin

            Your son George is still participating in activities of this unit which precludes his writing to you.  The latest reports indicate he is in good health.

            These letters of information to you will continue until such time as he himself is able to write to you.     

                                                                        For the Commanding Officer,

                                                                        Carl F. Kuhn, 

                                                                        CYO     USA

                                                                        Adjutant

 

                                                                        December 10, 1944 (On V-Mail)

Dearest Folks,

            At least I have a chance to write to you again.  I am still in combat area, but am in the best of health, still.  We’ve come a long ways since I was last writing regularly, but my feet haven’t had one blister as yet.  Jeanie, remember the clipping you sent,  well I’m even south of that now.

            I received 8 letters from all you folks today.  Lu, thanks so much for the pin-up, which the fellows really enjoyed (?)  also for that Christmas card.

            Dad, I was sorry to hear that Bloomfield lost their last game—but remember, we can’t win them all.  I hope I’ll be home at this time next year, so I can enjoy those games with you.

            I’m now making $74.80 a month since we’re getting the regular infantry’s combat pay ($10.00). I’ll change my allotment as soon as I get out of combat, so I’ll have moe money saved for when I come home.

            That was a swell picture of the stadium which you sent me dad.   Mom, thanks ever so much for writing so often.

            Well folks, take good care of all of yourselves, and give my regards to Bobbie Ann.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    December 15th ’44, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Well, again I have finally found an opportunity to write again.  As you probably have guessed, it I very hard to get any kind of paper to write with.  However, my next letter I’ll write on toilet paper—for that is all I’ll have left.

            I am still in the best of health, and intend to stay that way if I can possibly help it.  Several fellows have been evacuated already—but few in respect to the amount I thought would be going.

            They have been air-dropping us pretty good food lately consisting of 10 in 1 rations.  We haven’t had any mail here for over a week now, but are anxiously awaiting some.  How is Barbara Ann these days?  I bet she’s really getting big.  I do hope Walt’s still all right over there in France, Jeanie—just keep your chin up.

            Dad, will the football team get any recognition for their good football season, or will they?

            It is still winter season over here but it’s more like September weather back home.

            I bet Lu is having a wonderful time at Denver, Colo—for that’s a lovely place.

            Mom, how’s my best sweetheart doing—I don’t want you to do too many strenuous things.

            Well, I’ll close for now, but will write when I can.

                                                                                    Love and Kisses to all,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Please write.

 

                                                                                    Dec 30th ‘44

                                                                                    “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            I have again found time to write to all you folks again.

            Well, yesterday, we received our Christmas packages—I along got 16 boxes plus about 40 letters.  Really, I’ve never been so happy in all my life.  The packages weren’t smashed at all.  Those fruit cakes were delicious, plus all the cookies, candies, gum fruit juice, etc.  and I am going to carry those socks in my pack for we’re really in sore need of them.  I have a new T shirt on right now.  Honestly folks, thanks ever so much for all those swell things.  Please thank Aunt Kate, Mrs. McKenzie, and Aunt Ann for their Christmas things, too.

            Perhaps you’re wondering where I got the pen and ink.  Well, it’s the pen which was sent in one box—it used water which I turn liquefies and ink stick thus producing ink.

            I also received the two lighters you sent me.  They really are swell, and will come in handy.

            Today I sent $20.00 home, for we got our Nov. pay ‘way out here in the wood!!  Next month, I’ll try to send even more.

            Jeanie, will you please thank Barbara Ann for the Christmas packages.

            I received a letter from Lu (from Colo.) saying she visited Colo Springs, etc. I guess she’s enjoying the beauty of thereabouts as I did.

            Dad, thanks for those clippings you’ve been sending me.

            Well, be good, folks, and please don’t worry about me.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    Dec. 31st, Sunday, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Just another day—even though it’s the day before the New Year.  No, it’s nothing like the New Years I used to know back home, but at least I can give thanks to the Lord for protecting me and watching over me for this past month and a half.  I went to church today, and the chaplain had a wonderful sermon.  There were about 15 Kachins (our forward scouts) at church, and they sang “Bringing in the Sheaves” in Kachin language.  It’s a wonderful feeling to hear these warlike natives singing a familiar hymn in foreign dialect.   I’m sending home a beautiful picture of Jesus which the Chaplain gave us today. Also some Japanese invasion money which I picked up where I could.

            Folks, I may be far, far away from you, but I want you to know I’m always thinking of home, and am just biding my time for the day when our job will be done over here.  There’s still so much work to do in Burma that it makes my head swim.

            Has Lu returned from Denver yet?  Thank her again for the nice letter she wrote from Colo.

            Jeanie, have you been hearing from Walt regularly?

            Mom, I received a nice Christmas card from the “Ladies Auxiliary of the Bloomfield Lions Clubs.”  Please thank them for me.

            Dad, “Bunny” Shaul sent me a sweet little Christmas card—please thank her very much for it.  Tell her I hope I’ll be home next year to thank her myself.

            Well again I must close for now—please take good care of yourselves for I love you all so very, very much!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

 

 

                                                                                    January 1st ’45, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Today is New Year’s Day—though we are far apart, I still feel as if I’m there with you folks.   Well, maybe this time next year we’ll all be together again.   I guess I’m hoping for too much!!!  I’ve now been overseas quite a few months.

            The weather here is now just about like fall weather back home—though there is a very heavy dew on the ground every morning.  By the way, we’ve been sleeping every morning on the ground for over a month now with nothing but two blankets and a raincoat.  However, the ground actually feels soft to me now—though I’ll probably have rheumatism and arthritis when I get several years older.

            Well I’ll close for now—be good and take good care of yourselves

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

 

NEWS BLACKOUT (V-Mail From Battalion Headquarters thru March 1, 1944)

 

 

                                                                                    January 10th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Writing again!!!

            We’ve concluded another phase of our campaign, so here I am writing again.

            Yesterday we received mail, and I got ten letters altogether.  1 from Shirley Fried, 3 from Ann Miller, 1 from Peggy MacMillan in Fayettesville, 1 from Aunt Kate, 1 from Marie McFadden and three from you folks.

            I’m glad you’re taking some of my money for Lu’s Wedding present—I only wish I could send her something myself, too.

            Lu, I’m glad you’re getting married—I do hope you’ve found the one you’ve been waiting for, and will be happy.  Please congratulate Dick for me.

            I’m sending some very interesting articles concerning American activities here in Burma—I hope they’re informative to you.

            The weather here has been rather undecided and cold.  It has rained several days and the nights are much colder than before.

            Well, I’ll write again tomorrow if possible.

            Take care of all yourselves and say Happy New Year to Barbara Ann for me.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

                                                           

                                                                                    Jan 28th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse the delay in not writing sooner, but I’ve been so busy running to and from my fox-hole that I haven’t had much time for other things.  Yes, the Japs have really been zeroing in on our position—I guess I won’t be able to tell you about casualties, etc., until I get home, but then that’s not such a pleasant thing anyway.

            As I’m sitting here writing, I’m still in the best of health, and am doing my best to keep up spirits.  Sometimes the fellows morale gets very low way out here—thousands of miles from nowhere, fighting for some nondescript hills which you wonder if they’re really worth the loss of life we’re paying for them.  But then some one must drive these devils out of here—and you can bet your life we’re doing it.  You read in the papers about the [Chinese] and British troops taking many towns and cities in Burma, But very little of our American boys fighting on the fronts here.  I want you to let the folks know back home know that there have been hundreds and hundreds of Red-blooded American boys killed over here.

            By the way, I received a nice letter from Mrs. Rice, which I’m sending to you.  By the way, I’ve now seen the Burma Road, and am in the Mars Task Force. We’ve done some rough mountain climbing to get where we are now. 

            Well, I hope you folks are all well, and I’ll try to write tomorrow.

                                                                                   

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                   Feb 5th ’45, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Again I have found a little time in which I am able to write to you folks again.

            As usual, I’m still in the best of health, and hope I stay the same.  The other day, I received a letter from you Folks with the picture of Barbara Ann in it.  Gee, that’s an awful cute picture—I see Barbara Ann has the same blond hair as Walter!!

            Dad, I received a nice letter from Bill Boyle the other day.  He seems to be having it pretty rough with the marines in the Islands, doesn’t he?  He said he met Bill Lobell ( a 1st Lieutenant) whose in his same Marine Regt.

            The weather here is just typical of fall weather back home.  It hasn’t rained, and the sun shines most of the day.

            The “Whistling Willies” have stopped coming over for a while so maybe we’ll get a little rest for a while.  Yes, for a while it was pretty hot around here.

            Would you please sent me Lucille’s address, she sent it to me, but I lost it somewhere.

            Mom, I received a nice package from you folks with that Raisin Cake in it.  The fells and I really enjoyed it.

            By the way if you could possibly send some candy like gumdrops, Black Crows, toffee, and any kind of cookies, I’d really appreciate it.

            Well, please excuse another short letter, for I must close now.

            Take care of yourselves, folks, and please write whenever you can.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

 

P.S. Aunt Kate, I’ve been getting your newspapers very regularly.  I want you to know how much I really appreciate them.

 

 

 

                                                                                    Feb 11th, 1944, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

           

            Yesterday, I received a swell package from you folks which contained the Student Prints, Independent Press, Football score card, besides the Chicken, deviled ham, Ritz, and candy.  Really, I enjoyed all those things so much, and my friends did too.

            How’s everything going along there in Bloomfield?  So you’re having plenty of snow this year.  I do wish I could be home to see it all.  However, the months are rolling by pretty fast, and before I know it, I will have served my overseas time.  Honestly, I can’t wait for the day to come when they’ll say “Well, you’re going back to the states.”  Remember Mom and Dad, you’d better have your best Bib & Tucker on when I get home—for we’re all going to step out together.

            This cloth that I’m sending home is a piece of the colored parachutes by which they drop our mail, rations, communication, etc..  Isn’t it nice?  I bet you could make some swell things with material like that.  We sleep on parachutes, and “boy” are they comfortable.

            Jeanie, how’s Baby Barbara these days—I hear you’re taking her on walks now!

            Well, again I must close.  Be good folks, and take care of yourselves for me!!!

 

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                                February 14th, “Burma”

 

Dearest Folks,

            Well, a lot of excitement is over, and we’re resting for a little while.  I’m still in the best of health, and hope all of you folks are also.

            Jeanie, how’s little “Bobbie” these day?  I can just see her trying to walk around on her little wobbly legs.  Can she say “Uncle George” yet?

            It rained most all today—I do hope the monsoon weather hasn’t started yet, for it really gets muddy ‘round here at the slightest rain.

            Mom, remember that buddy of mine, Russel Stoll, whose mother called you up and wanted my address?  I receive a letter from him yesterday—he’s in Southern France, and seems to be enjoying it quite a bit.  He has seen action at Cassino, Italy, and has also been in Africa.  It seems this younger generation is really getting around these days.

            Dad, Russel has a brother who’s a Junior in B.H.S—do you know him?

            Well, I shall close for now.  Take care of yourselves, folks and please keep writing!                                                                       Love, George

P.S. Please put these snapshots away with my things.

 

                                                                                                February 22, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            I received three swell letters from you yesterday!

            Things have been going normally here, grazing mules in the morning, and usually having the afternoon off.  Yesterday, they had a swell show by the “Canteen Caravan” orchestra—a band comprised of “G.I.’s” in Burma.   They were really good, and played some old favorites like “Poinsienna” (?), “Stardust,” “Two O’Clock Jump,” and many others.  It was just like a regular show back in the states, except that we didn’t have to pay admission.  Last nite they also had a swell movie titled “Bride By Mistake.”  They really are trying to get some amusement in here now, to make it as enjoyable as possible for us. 

            I was sorry to hear we lost to Central in basketball—but you know the old saying “you can’t win them all.”

            Mom, I received a swell letter from Mrs. Ferne Mellen of the Baptist Church yesterday.  She was really very nice, that I couldn’t help writing one in return today.  I also wrote to Ralph and Irene. I got a letter from Harlow, and he seems to really be enjoying himself at Panzer. I’m glad he got a chance to go to school like that—for he really deserves it.

            Folks, guess what!! I’m writing to a girl in Capetown, South Africa.  You see, my friend met her sister on his way overseas, and she said she had a younger sister who’d like to correspond with a “Yank,” so I’m taking the job.  She’s British, and has lived there all her life.

            I seem to be at a loss of words for now, but I’ll write a longer letter tomorrow.

            Be good, folks, and give my love to Barbara Ann.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    Feb 25th, ’45, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            I received a swell box of eats from Aunt Ann and Uncle Ferd yesterday, and wrote a letter of thanks today.  Your letters have been swell, and I love to read those clippings you send me.

            I received a letter from Lu, the other day—she seems to really be enjoying herself in Denver.  I’ so glad, for she’s such a swell sister, and deserves all the happiness possible.  I remember how blue she used to be when she didn’t know whether she was in love or not.  No kidding, I think I have the swellest sisters a brother could ever want.

            Jeanie, I was sorry to hear what the Major said about Walt looking rather thin, and sick—but don’t worry honey, this war can’t last much longer.  I’m just praying that the Lord might bring this horrible turmoil to a hasty end.

            The weather here is still very pleasant, but it won’t be long before the monsoon season will be setting in—then comes the drenching of our lives.

            We are having it somewhat easy now—just like a garrison soldier, except that we still sleep on the ground, etc.

            Folks, I wonder if you could send me a package with a jar of Peanut Butter, brownies, date-bars, coffee rings, big gumdrops, cookies, etc.  Please don’t think me expecting too much, but I just thought you might want to know just what I like most.  Also, I hope you don’t get mad, but could you send me my camera back with all possible films.  I thought that I wouldn’t get any more chances to take pictures, but I see now that I will.

            Tomorrow is Sunday—I’ve gone to church services every Sunday that I could, and plan to do so in the future.  I feel that I have so much to be thankful for in so far as my health, etc, that’s the least I can do to thank him.

            Aunt Kate, I want to thank you for all the newspapers and letters that you’ve been sending me. Lots of the fellows read the Independent Press now.  They kid me about all the “Buy more War Bonds” advertisements in the Press.  I just tell them that Bloomfield’s patriotic.  You see, we fellow are not too much for War Bonds—we feel they’re the thing that’s prolonging this war, making some “big shots” in ammunition and aircraft plants rich.  Also, if the people back home could see how wasteful we are, I think they’d become disgusted and stop buying bonds.  Don’t think I’m trying to undermine the morale of the folks back home, but it’s just we fellows’ opinion.  I don’t know why I write things like that, but I sometimes get fed up with different things, and like to blow off a little hot air.

            Jeanie, remember (someday) when I get home we’re going to step out and go dancing—what do you say honey??

            Daddy, how’s the Basketball team making out since their loss to Central?  It’d be swell if we could get a State Championship in Basketball in after losing out in football.

            Mommie, I received your letter stating that you now know I’m in the Mars Task Force.

            Jeanie, another thing before I close, I’m terribly sorry I forgot your birthday but I want to extend a “Happy Birthday” Greeting to a grand and wonderful sister.  Maybe by next birthday I’ be home—then we’ll really celebrate.

            Well, they are having a movie so I’d better close.

            Be good, dear folks, and I love you all so very, very much.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    March 1st, Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Well, the beginning of another month—yes, the months are going by fairly fast, but not fast enough for me.

            I have not been paid for several months now, that’s the reason why I haven’t sent any extra money home like I was.  By the way, how much money have I saved so far?  I’m trying to save every penny I can while I’m over here, so I’ll have something when I come home.           By the way folks (Dad), were you in hope that I’d try and to do college again after the war, or what?   Please don’t say it’s entirely up to me, for I honestly want to know your feelings on this subject.   It’s been worrying me for a long time, and thought you might straighten me out!

            Jeanie, won’t it be a grand day when all the boys come home again?  Believe me I’m gonna take you dancing and dining if you’ll accept, and Walt allows me to.  No fooling, I’m marking things like that down on my books for the future.

            In another couple of months it’ll be Monsoon Season, and with it comes all the dreaded diseases, mainly Typhus and Malaria.  I just pray that I can go through it unscathed.

            Daddy, it seems we have a better than average basketball team this year—I do hope they keep it up.

            Mom, I received a letter from an elderly lady in the church, Susan Magwood—do you know her?  I think it’s swell of the church people to write to we fellows in the service.  The war seems to be going wellin Europe these days.  I only hope it’ll end very soon, so that we can lick the Japs sooner.

            There seems to be very little more to say for tonight.  I’ll close  Be good and take good care of yourself and Baby “Bobbie.”

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    March 12th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

            Again I can write—for how long, no one knows!!!

            The weather here is getting a bit warmer nowadays, though I guess you’re still in the midst of snow back there.

            We are now training again, but it seems good after marching all the time.

            Jeanie, how is Barbara Ann?  I’m sending her picture home, for I’m afraid it’ll get ruined over here.  Please put it with the rest of my snapshots back home.

            Folks, about which being the faster mail service between V-Mail and Air Mail, I believe air mail is even faster.

            Dad, how is school going?  Are you still teaching trig, College Algebra and Solid Geom?  I still think you’re the best teacher in the High School.  Mom, how is my sweetheart these days?  I do hope you’re working too hard around the home.  Could you sent me Lucille’s new address, for I do want to write to her, but don’t know where she is.

            Aunt Kate, I received some more papers from you yesterday—Thanks ever so much.  I wonder if it’d be at all possible to send me the sports pages of the Sunday’s papers such as the Newark Sunday Call, Times, etc.  I’d really appreciate it.

            Well, folks, I’ll close this rather jumbled letter for now.

            Be good and write as often as possible

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  If you could send me some cookies, gum drops, caramels, etc., I’d love it.

 

                                                                                    March 17th

Dearest Folks,

            The day before yesterday, I received a swell package from Jeanie, and boy, were the eats good.  Yes, it really is swell to get packages from home.

            Dad, do you remember a Howering boy (a friend of Fred), who was in the class behind mine.   You were advisor of his class.   Well, I met him last nite.  He said he’d heard I was over here, but didn’t know where.  He hasn’t been over quite as long as I have, but it really was a surprise to see him.  Isn’t it a nice thing to meet someone ‘way over here’ with whom you can talk about familiar things back home.

            Folks, if you could possibly send some stationery to me, I’d appreciate it.  The weather is still OK, but it’s starting to get much warmer—which means the monsoons are not so very far away.

            I was so sorry to hear about Walt being wounded, Jeanie—I hope and pray it wasn’t too serious.  We’ve had fellows in my outfit wounded, but some weren’t so serious—in fact, just scratches.  So maybe (I hope) Walt isn’t too badly hurt after all.  Nevertheless, Janie, things like that are happening every day, although one doesn’t realize it too much until someone dear to them is the victim.  Let’s hope this war won’t last much longer.

            Mom, how is my Best Girl these days?

            Please take care of yourselves folks.  I will write as often as possible.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                    George

 

 

                                                                                    April 9th, “Burma”

Dearest Folks,

             I am terribly sorry I couldn’t write sooner, but the circumstances didn’t permit.  However, from now on I’ll try to be a little more regular in writing.

            This $90 check is a little money I’ve been saving back in hopes that we’d get a furlough, but now I see there’s no chance for it, so here’s the money.  Please put it with the rest of my money—or, if you need it, use it as you wish.  By the way, how much money do I have now altogether, including everything such as war bonds, back account, etc.  I’m just interested in knowing, for I’ve tried to save every bit I could.

            I received a swell letter from Lu and Dick yesterday—they seem to be happily married.

            Jeanie, I’m glad to hear Walt’s responding to good medical treatment, and hope he’ll be okay soon.

            The summer weather seems to be settin’ here nowadays—with all of us starting to sweat our heads off.  We’ve also had a taste of monsoon weather, with the rain coming down in torrents.

            Mom and Dad, I received several packages the other day, and boy were they swell.  One of them had that heart-shaped box of candy in it, and I assure you that candy was in good shape.

            Folks, I do wish you’d write regular letters instead of V-mail, for I like ‘em a lot better.

            Well, folks, please excuse my short letter, but I’ll do better tomorrow.

                                                                                    Lovingly,  

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    April 20th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            If you happened to glance at my address, I’m sure you’d gave been greatly surprised.  I am now in China!!  Where, I cannot say, as yet, but expect to be able to give you more information later.           

            I can now say that before coming to China, I was situated several miles from Lashio.

            China is a swell country—in comparison with Burma.  At least the people are somewhat civilized and modern.  I am in the Field Artillery Training Center, and expect to start training and instructing in a short time.  Our uniforms are somewhat different from in Burma—for we now wear khaki clothes with ties, caps and all.  Isn’t that something?  We also get passes to town every other nite, and are able to go to a nice-sized town.  Please don’t be mad if I don’t send so much money home from now on, for we pay for all things now—cigarettes, soap, shaving articles, etc.

            Right now we are living in tents, but as soon as the Chinese workers finish our barracks (several days) we’ll move in them.  I really consider myself lucky to be around a nice place like this after what we went through in Burma.

            How is everyone there at home?  Jeanie, can “Bobbie” say “Uncle George” yet?

            Mommie, I know I’m a long, long way from home, but I just want to say “Happy Mother’s Day” to the finest and most wonderful mother any fellow could ever have.   I do hope I’ll be home to say this to you myself in the near future.

            Well, Mommie, Daddy, Jeanie, Lucy, Aunt Kate and Bobbie, I must close for now—be good and write often.

                                                                                    As always,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    April 23rd, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Well, the end of a day’s work, and here I am relaxing in our day room!  We have a radio and everything.  Quite a change from Burma.

            The weather here is much cooler than that of Burma.  In fact, it compares to that of Camp Carson. The elevation above sea level here is approximately 6000 ft.   they even have snow here during the winter season.

            By the way, I’m located in the vicinity of Kunming, China.

            Folks, do you think you could possibly send me some big gum drops, etc?  No kidding, things like that taste so good over here.

            Daddy, how is high school coming these days?   Isn’t school getting a little tiresome after so many years?  Please keep up your health, Dad, for that’s one thing I pray—that all of my swell family keeps well while I’m so far away from here.

            Mommie, how be everything with you, honey?  How are the Red Cross meetings, etc, coming along?  The news in Europe sure sounds good.  I do hope it wont be too long before I’ll be back home with all you folks again.

            Jeanie I bet little “Bobbie” looks awful cute toddling around.  Do you think you could have another picture taken of her “Mommie” and sent it to me?     

            Lu, how is Dick coming these days?  Does he still expect to go overseas soon?

            Aunt Kate, I still receive your newspapers regularly, and appreciate them very much.   Things would be very dull if I didn’t get those newspapers from home. 

            Well, again I’ll say goodnite hoping to hear from you soon!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    April 24th (1945), “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I received a swell package from you today with a jar of peanut butter, saltines, soup, and many other things.  They ere really wonderful!! If you folks could send me more matches, soap and peanut butter, I’d appreciate it.

            I’m fast learning the Chinese language, and for all it’s rather complicated [?], it is interesting.  We have a regular full day training schedules, but haven’t done anything strenuous.   By the way, we’re now rid of our mules—isn’t that swell?

            Folks, is Lu’s address in Denver the same as it was before, or is it changed?  I’m not sure of her address!!

            I guess spring is now settin’ in there in Bloomfield and Pottersville—I do wish I could be there to see everything in bloom.

            From the radio reports, the monsoon weather has started in Burma—I’m sure glad I got out of that forsaken place.

            By the way, folks, did you receive that check for $90 I sent several weeks ago?  If you didn’t let me know.

            Right now it’s about 7:00 PM in the evening, and I’m writing this letter in our day room.  A transcribed Bob Hope program is on the radio—all in all it’s a very restful atmosphere to write in.  We have all the latest transcribed programs like “Spotlight Bands,” “Fitch Bandwagon,” “Charlie McCarthy” and many others.   Just like army life in the good ole U.S.A.  By the way, Fibber McGee’s program has just come on.

            Jeanie, I received your V-Mail letter of April 5th—Thanks ever so much Honey!!!

            Well, I’ll say “auf Wiedersohn” for tonite—be good folks, and take care of yourselves.

                                                                                    Love to all,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    April 24th, “China”

Dearest Lu,

            I received your letter of April 8th, and was so glad to hear from you.

            So you’re a typist now, boy, you’re certainly taking in all the various types of jobs, aren’t you?  I do hope you’re happy now, honey, for you certainly deserve the best of everything.  It certainly is swell you and Dick are having a little time together before he goes over.  Tell him not to come to C.B.I. if he can help it—for he’ll be very disillusioned with these countries as I have been.  But anyway, I have a good share of my overseas time in now, so I’m not kicking.

            Lu, about going back to college when I get home—I’m sure going to try if it’s at all possible.  I figure the army will pay so much of my tuition fees, etc. that I won’t have to resort to Dad’s finances at all—that was what was worrying me.  I owe him a lot of money for just that one term at Cornell.  You know, Mom and Dad are getting up in years now, and Dad should save all his money so that he can get a much-needed rest from school.  Has Dad ever mentioned retiring to you at all?  I wish he would, for he’s been too energetic all his life.  We’re all old enough to shift for ourselves now, so that would relieve him of a big worry.

            By the way, that’s a swell picture of you and Dick.  I’m still hoping you’ll send me a picture of you both at your wedding.

            As you see, I am now in China—in F.A.T.C. training camp.  We are training and instructing here, and really have a good deal.  It’s about time!!  We also are rid of our mules—wonderful isn’t it!!  We eat in a mess hall that’s operated entirely by Chinese cook and waiters (Yes, I said waiters).  We’re living in barracks, and have hot and cold showers.  We wear suntans (khakis), combat boots, overseas hats, etc., all during the day.  Just think, Sis, I’m now a rear echelon commando—and love it!  I’d just as soon do this the rest of my time overseas.  We get passes every other night, and can go to a pretty large town.  I’m located in the vicinity of Kunming, and the weather here is swell.  The elevation above sea level is 6000 ft.—about the same as at Camp Carson.   I’m also learning a little bit of the complicated Chinese language.

            The plane ride over the “Hump” was rather interesting—we had to wear oxygen masks ‘n everything.  My second plane ride since I’ve been overseas!!

            Lu, I do hope you and Dick are happy and well, and tell Dick I hope he gets the best breaks possible insofar as where he goes after leaving Lowry Field.

            Please write again soon—Lucy!!

                                                                                    Lots of love,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    April 26th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I received three letters from you folks today.  One was from Lu, also.  She sent me a swell picture of herself and Dick.  They seem like a very happy couple.—I’m so glad.  I only hope Dick has a little longer time to be with her, before going overseas.

            Our training and instructing of the Chinese has really gotten under way, beginning this past Monday.  We have Chinese interpreters to translate our orders and instructions to our “little brown pupils.”  It really is interesting work—though my patience sometimes comes to an end.

            Lu said in her letter that they had 12” of snow April 8th—that’s pretty late for snow, isn’t it?

            I guess Harlow will be going into the service before long.  I hate to see his college life interrupted—for he seemed to be doing rather well.  He really is a swell fellow, and we’ve had some grand times together.  I know we used to cause a lot of devilment around the neighborhood but the saying goes “one is only young once.”

            Jeanie, I hear “Bobbie” was helping Dad plant his ‘taters this spring.  She’ll be a farmerette yet.  Mommie, I want you to know I miss those beautiful flower gardens you used to have at the farm.  Do you still have Nasturtiums, Golden Glow, Zinnias, Sweet Williams, Cosmos Corn Flowers, etc.—I thought they were so beautiful.  By the way, how are your cactus in the sun parlor at Bloomfield? I really had a craze for them when I was in high school, didn’t I?  I’ve changed my mind about them now, for I’ve sat on so many in Burma, that I’m pretty tired of them now.  While I was in Burma, I saw some pretty flowers, and also a lot of wild orchids.

            Dad, I wish I could be there in Pottersville to help you with the lawn etc.—when I get back I’ll promise to help more than I used to.

            Well, dear folks, I’ll say goodnite for now—be good, and say “hello” to the McKenzies and Martins for me.

                                                                                    Your son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    April 28th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Today is Saturday, and we’re done with our first week of instructing.  The time went by fairly fast—but never fast enough.

            Mommie, I sent you a Mother’s Day greeting—rather crude, but I want you to know the meaning is very sincere.

            Did you have many April showers this month?  I hope so, for I’m sure it’ll help Dad’s gardens.

            Boy, the European war is certainly coming along fine.  The Russians and Americans should have entire Berlin in a week or so.  They must have had some fierce fighting—in the subways, etc.

            Jeanie, have you heard anymore about how Walt’s improving?  It seems that this war is injuring the finest people—but shrapnel takes no preference as to who it hits.  I found that out when I was in combat.  In fact, the best fellows seemed to be the ones to get diseases and wounds.

            Tonight the hit parade is going to come on at 10:00—just like back in good old Blmfd.  Remember the many Saturday nites up at the farm that we had to strain our ears to that broken down radio to catch the hit tunes of the week?

            Tomorrow is Sunday—I go to church services every Sunday that it’s possible.

            We expect to get our PX rations of cigarettes, matches, soaps, toothpaste, razor blades and shaving cream.  Boy we sure can use those things.  Folks, could you possibly send me some matches, razor blades, etc?   I do hope you don’t think I’m being over-extravagant asking for all these things—for I really need them.  I want you to know I really appreciate all those swell things you’ve sent me already.  Things from home make a fellow feel so good when he’s thousands of miles away—it lets him know that folks back home are continually thinking of him.  I don’t believe American soldiers could fight half as well as they do if they weren’t sent morale-builders such as letters and packages.

            Well, again I’ll say goodnite, and please take care of yourselves, dear folks.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 2nd, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I’ve received two packages from you—since I’ve been here in China.  Isn’t that swell?  Yesterday, I received three letters, and 8 envelopes of newspapers from Aunt Kate.  Aunt Kate, thanks ever so much for the papers—for it’s so wonderful to see news about the good “ole hometown.”  I also got a letter from Harlow yesterday—he expects to be in the service by May 25th.

            We had been kept pretty busy these days, but I don’t mind it all.  The Chinese learn pretty quickly for being as backward as they are.

            Today was a pretty cool day—just like a cold fall day back home.  I like this weather better than the stifling heat of Burma.

            Jeanie, I’m glad to hear that Walt may be on his way home.  He did get crippled up pretty badly, didn’t he?  I guess I was just lucky—we weren’t as close to the front as the Infantry, but we still had our casualties and deaths, too.  I can’t tell you anything about it—due to the censor, but hope someday to be able to tell you everything.  Our combat experience may not have been as tough as in Europe, but the 500-mile march was enough for me!!

            I was surprised to hear Lu has gone to Texas—yes, she sure does move around a lot.

            I’m going to town this week, and will buy some souvenirs home—also, I will have my picture taken.   I figure I may as well get some things over here—for I’ll never be in China again (I hope).

            Please excuse this short letter, for there’s nothing more to tell for now.

            Take care of yourselves, folks—

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    May 5th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Today and yesterday it rained—and now it’s very cold and dismal out.  However, this rain has helped to keep the dust down.  You should see the dust storms we have here.  One fellow even had to go to the hospital for an infection from dust particles getting in his eyes.

            The latest news here says that Hitler and Goebbels have committed suicide, and that the majority of the German Army has surrendered unconditionally.  That is sure good news—but I hate to think of all the lives we have lost to attain that victory.  I just hope the price in lives was worth it.  Somehow, wars seem to be sure a kiddish gesture and method of attaining things.   Maybe in the future the men in power will realize this, and come to agreements in a peaceful manner.  I talk strangely sometimes, but it’s just the way I feel.  If I had my way, these aggressor countries would be completely annihilated so that they could never spring up again.  Especially the Japs—for I classify them lower than any animal—in the way they fight, and the treatment of our prisoners.  Enough of my opinions on those things!!  [Editors's Note: This opinion was probably shared by almost every serviceman fighting against Japan during World War II.  From the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, thru the "Rape of Nanking" and the Bataan Death March, the behavior of the Japanese for much of this time was unconscionable.]

            Jeanie, when you get to see Walt, would you ask him to write to me, if possible?  I do so want to hear from him.  I’m sure he’ll be well again—but I guess it’ll take a little time.

            Mom and Dad, all I can say is that I miss you both so very much, and hope that someday soon I’ll be able to come home.

            Dad, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, and even though the greeting is a little late, the sentiment is there stronger than ever.  Take care of yourselves, dear folks, and write as often as you can.

                                                                                    As always, your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. This is a poem which one of the fellows wrote about Burma—I thought your folks might enjoy it!

 

                                                                                    May 8th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse my not writing for a few days, for I’ve been quite buy with guard duty, etc.

            Dad, the other day I received a letter from Fred Seafert.  He seems to be doing fairly well in the Artillery, doesn’t he??  He said that his outfit is expected to go overseas soon.  I guess there won’t be anyone left in the states before long.

            We heard this morning that the Peace pact between Germany and the Allies was signed today.  Isn’t that swell??  I do hope it’ll speed the war over here, too!!  I should think that the Japs could realize that it’s hopeless to keep fighting, unless they want to be completely annihilated.   How did the people receive the news of Germany’s surrender?  It should be a happy moment, and yet a sober one—for we achieved now over half of what all our fellows fought and died for.

            Folks, since I’ve been here in China, I’ve received 4 packages from you—thanks ever so much, for they sure were good!  Peggy Banks has sent me a package—but I have not received it as yet!! Also, when I was in combat, Shirley Fried sent me one too—so you see I’m trying to get some of my lady friends “on the Ball”, too!!

            Jeanie, I do wish I could see Bobbie now—I bet she’s a prize-winning baby  (or little woman, as I say!!)

            Mommie, how is my best girl these days??  I do hope you and Dad aren’t working yourselves to death up at the farm.  Please don’t—for both of yours’ health is far more important to me than anything else. Mom, remember that Campbell’s vegetable soup which you sent in one of your packages?  My buddy and I cooked it over a little gasoline stove (we had these all the time while on the march) and was it good!! He said it was the best soup he ever tasted!  If you could possibly send me some more, I’d really love it—also peanut butter, vanilla wafers, chocolate covered brownies, date bars, nut loafs, marshmallow cookies.  You see, we’re not getting as much to eat here as in Burma—because of having to fly all this over the “Hump.”

            Well, I’ll close for now—but will write again soon!

            Take care of yourselves folks dear.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

P.S. If you could send me a pen and some ink, I’d appreciate it—I’m writing with a borrowed pen and ink.

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A closeup of George's drawing of the apparatus he used to heat up his Campbell's soup. 

 

                                                                        May 10th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I received a letter from you and one from Lu, yesterday.  I guess Lucy is fairly satisfied down in Texas.  She said she hadn’t found a job as yet.

            These pictures I’m sending are a few I took with another fellow’s camera.  They were taken about a week before we hit combat.  All the fellows are in my section—that’s not all though.  Notice how thin we all got from the marching!!! I had some pictures taken of myself in town last nite, and will send them as soon as I get them.  I haven’t received my camera yet, but hope it’ll be here soon.    Also, if you can send some fore films I’d appreciate them.

            The weather here is getting much warmer now, but still not as hot as Burma.  I received the Independent Press copy which had Walt’s picture in it.  I’m so glad he’s back now.

            Yesterday, we had a retreat formation in which they handed out Purple Hearts, and a couple of Bronze stars—also two distinguished Flying medals to our two Liaison officers, who directed artillery fire in combat.  The Purple Hearts were surely nice medals, but I’d rather have a whole skin and not get one.

            With my next pay, I plan to buy a nice scarf (souvenir) in Kunming. Also some chopsticks, and a few other things.

            Well, I’ll close for now—be good and write often, dear folks.

                                                                        Your loving son,

                                                                        George

PS:  Would you put these pictures with my other ones?

 

 

                                                                                    May 10th, 1945  “China”

Dear Lu and Dick,

            Lucy, I received a letter from you yesterday—my what a surprise to find you had gone to Texas.  I wrote a letter a week ago, but sent it to your Colorado address, so I guess you’ll never get that one.

            I’ve been here in China several weeks now, and find it a darn sight better than Burma.  I’m in the vicinity of Kunming, and am in a training camp.  We’re training Chinese troops here, and have interpreters to translate our orders and instructions to the Chinese.

            We are living in barracks, which even have hot water showers.  Our mess hall is operated entirely by Chinese coolies and waiters, the food is pretty good, but not enough—you see, I’m a “Chow-hound!!”

            Lu, do you still have my gold football?  Have you worn it much since I’ve been away??? I hope so!

            “Howdy” Dick (is that the expression the use down there in Texas?).  How’s everything going with my brother-in-law these days?  Do you like the type of work you’re doing now and then?  I really have a good deal, for I like what I’m doing, etc.  We get passes to town every other night, and sure have lots of fun.

            Lu, that certainly was a swell picture of you and Dick, which you sent in your letter before last.  If you have one of you both at the wedding, I’d sure like to see it.

            Well, I’ll close for now—take good care of yourselves, and please write again soon.

                                                                                    As always,

                                                                                    George

P.S.: Lucy, if you have any more pin-ups, I’d love to have them!!

 

 

                                                                                    May 14th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I received two letters from you today, in which you acknowledged my letters from here in China.  Now you know where I am, and a little bit about what I’m doing!!

            Here are pictures of myself, which I had taken in [censored].  It is not too good, but I hope you like it.  I’ll have more taken in the near future.

            Also, here’s two handkerchiefs all the way from China—for you, Mommie.

            Dad, your plans for the farm sure sound swell—I can hardly wait to get back home to see all the changes.

            Folks, I guess I won’t get home now until the war with Japan is all over, for there is no more rotation here in China.  Also, they are using that point system for demobilization and you need about 82 to 85 to get out—I only have 41.  You see, I have do dependents, am not married and naturally no children.  If I was married, and had 3 children, I’d be able to get out.  Oh well, maybe this war won’t last too long, anyway.

            I’m glad to hear you received my $90 check, and also that my bank account is growing fairly fast.

            Yes Dad, I’d sure like to see that annual of this June’s class—for I know quite a few people in it.

            The other day, I received another package from you folks—thanks ever so much—I sure appreciate them.

            I guess Jeanie isn’t there now, but if she is, ask her to say “Hello” to Bobbykins and Walt for me.

            Well, dear folks, I shall say goodnite for now.  Don’t you work yourselves to death up there at the farm.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Please give one of these pictures to Aunt Kate for me!!!

 

 

                                                                                    May 25th , “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Yesterday, I received another swell box from you folks.  It contained figs, dates, saltines, gum, candy and cigarettes.  Those things were really swell.  I really appreciate it.  If you could send me some more cigarettes (any kind), I could really use them.  Also, if you’d send me some chocolate-covered caramels, I’d love them too.  Folks, I don’t know how I’d ever be able to repay you for all the things you’ve sent me since coming overseas.  However, I want you to know everything you’ve sent has really been swell.   Mom, I did receive that hunting knife—way back on December 29th.

            Dad, if you could send me another lighter, I could use it—please take the money for it out of my bank account.

            I was sorry to hear we lost to Nutley in baseball—but we can still beat them in the Newark Tournament.  Right, Dad?

            I got a nice letter from Lucille two days ago, and she seems fairly satisfied with her new location—although it’s nothing wonderful.

            Gee, Mom and Dad, I certainly hope this war will be over soon, so I can be with you folks again.

            I have not received the camera as yet, but hope it’ll come soon

            Well dear folks, I’ll say goodnite!  I’ll write again soon.

                                                                        As always, your son,

                                                                        George

P.S.:  Here are three more pictures from Burma!

 

 

                                                                                    May 17th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Just a little short letter to let you know that I’m well and safe, and am thinking of you constantly.

            In a week or so, I’m supposed to get 4 rolls of pictures (40 pictures) from my buddy.  These pictures were taken while our outfit was in combat.  Some of them show a Jap Head, Jap Tank (which we knocked out), our howitzers, and a lot of us fellows.  I’ll send them to you just as soon as the fellow receives them.

            Guess what?  I received my “Good Conduct” ribbon yesterday—big thrill!!!  However, it is a very nice ribbon.  Also, we’re getting our Asiatic Pacific Theatre ribbon with two (2) battle stars on it.  You see, we were considered to be in two campaigns while in Burma.  We’re not getting the Combat Infantryman’s badge, however, because the request wasn’t okayed by Washington.  So, anything is better than nothing, and I’m satisfied.

            I’m buying some pictures of Chinese pictures in town and have a fairly large collection already. 

            Well, I do hope all you folks are fine, and I hope this war will be over real soon, so we will all be together again.

            Be good and write soon!!

                                                                                    As always, your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.:  Aunt Kate, I want you to know that I really appreciate all those things which

            you’ve been sending me!!!

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 George would often include artwork like this when he closed his letters.

 

                                                                                    May 19th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Today is Saturday—another week has gone by!!!  The time is going by pretty fast these days, but not fast enough.

            I’m sending you folks ten (10) pictures, which were taken back in Burma.  If any of the ten are missing, please let me know.  I hope you like them.  I’m also going to send 10 more in each of next three letters.

            Mom, I received a letter from you yesterday with the little pressed flower in it.  Thanks ever so much—it was certainly swell.

            Dad, I’m glad to see Borowy is making out so well with the Yankees this year—also Don Savage.

            So Jeanie is up in Mass. Now.  I’m so glad she’s having an opportunity to see Walt very often.  Do they still think he’ll be up on crutches by August?

            Well, please excuse this short letter.  I’ll write more next time.

                                                                                    As always, Love,

                                                                                    George

[One photograph, the one of the Japanese head, was extracted by the Army censor, because its “transmission was not permitted.”]

 

 

                                                                                    May 20th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Here it is Sunday already—with me lying on my bunk, trying to keep up my correspondence.  So far I’ve done all right since being in China—I’ve written 43 letters altogether.

            Yesterday, I received a letter from Peggy MacMillan from Carolina—she also sent me two snapshots of herself.  I also hear quite regularly from a Rosemarie who lies in Riverside, California.   It’s a lot of fun to correspond with girls whom you know outside of your own state.  However, don’t worry about me having marriage intentions—after all, I’m a young fellow still, and have many unmarried years to see yet!!

            Dad, I read in the Independent Press about Gilbert Nelson being wounded in Europe—I was so sorry to hear that.  Is he in a convalescent Hospital in the states now??

            Here are 10 (ten) more pictures which were taken in Burma.  Please let me know if they do not all get to you folks.

            Well, I’ll say “Auf Wiedersohn” again.  Take care of yourselves, dear folks and write often—if possible.

                                                                        As always, Your loving son,

                                                                        George

P.S.:  If you could send me a few books of stamps, I’d really appreciate it.

 

 

                                                                                    May 22nd, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            From the looks of the weather outside, one would think that the monsoons are here in China too!!  It rained all last nite, and is still raining this morning.  Anyway, it can’t be as bad as in Burma.

            Folks, I wonder if you could send me some razor blades, soap and also a couple of books of stamps.  You see, I have a lot of airmail envelopes, but no stamps for them.  Also, I can’t wait for those packages to come—which you folks sent me, for they are certainly swell.

            Mommie, you said you were sending me a homemade (a la Haupin) cake.  Boy, I can just taste it already.  Remember the birthday cake you sent me when I was in Fort Bragg.  You even put a knife and fork I the box, too!!  You should have seen the fellows scramble for a piece of that.

            Here are ten more pictures, which were taken in Burma.  I have some other pictures to send you after these, too!!!  I still haven’t received my camera yet, but hope it’ll come real soon, for I want to get as many pictures of China as possible.

            Well, I’ll close for now.  Be good, and write when you can—I’ll do the same.

                                                                                    As always, your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Dad, I was glad to hear B.H.S. beat Kearny—that makes it 4 wins, 1 loss, doesn’t it?

 

 

                                                                                    May 28th, “China”

Dearest Mom, Dad, and Aunt Kate,

            I address the letter like this, since it’s only you three who are keeping the Haupin’s fire burning in Bloomfield—with Lu and Jeanie tending their husbands.

            I guess a lot of fellows are now starting to get discharged, and returning to civilian life in Bloomfield again—aren’t they?  I do hope it wont be too many more years before I can get back to civilian life too.

            Daddy, I wonder if you might send me about five prints of this negative, so I can send them to some friends.  Also, would you put these other pictures with the rest that I sent home.  I’ll be sending more and more pictures home now—as time goes on.  Also, when I get my camera, I’ll take a lot of pictures of China—okay??

            The weather here has been pretty nice, except for several days of rain last week.

            The war in the Pacific sounds pretty encouraging these days, with all those B-29 raids on the Japanese mainland. Yes, I hope it’ll all be over this year, but that’s a little too much to expect.

            Well, I’ll close for now.  Take good care of yourselves!

                                                                                    As always, Your loving son,

                                                                                    Georgie

P.S.  Aunt Kate, how’re your little students making out these days—say “Hello” to them for me.

 

                                                                                    May 28th (China)

Dearest Lu,

            I got your swell letter two days ago, and it sure was swell to hear from my “little sister.”

            Lucy, from your letter, I guess your location in Texas is just so-so.  I’m glad you got a job anyway—and so near Dick, too!

            About that Texas gal, Doryce, I’m sure I’d like to write to her.  Just send me her address, and I’ll start writin’!  Especially if she’s as nice as you’ve said she is.

            Honey, here’s a little photo of myself, which I had made in town.  It’s not so wonderful, but I hope it’ll do.  I’ll send you more pictures as soon as I get my camera.  By the way, if you could get me a picture of Doryce—by hook or crook—I’d love to have it.

            How does Dick like his new job at Foster Field?  I hope he does, ‘cause I know how tiresome a job gets—which one doesn’t like.

            The war in the Pacific is beginning to sound more and more encouraging each day—I do hope it’ll be over this year—for I’m now beginning to get somewhat homesick, been though I’ve only been over a short while.

            By the way, how many points does Dick have, according to the point system?  I have 42.

12 points—months in the States

10  points—months overseas

10 points (each)—2 bronze battle stars from Burma

42 points (Total)

It isn’t much—not even half of what I need (85).  Lucy, I now have a good conduct ribbon, too—that’s for being a good little boy!!

            Well, I shall close now.  Say “Hello” to Dick for me, and write again when you can.                                                                                   As always,

                                                                                    Your “lil” brother, Georgie

P.S.:  Don’t forget about Doryce’s address!!

 

 

                                                                                    May 29th, “China”

Dear Folks,

            I received two swell letters from you today—one dated the 15th and the other the 17th.  So you received that poem that I sent.  I’m glad you liked it.

            Dad, I’m glad to see B.H.S. has gotten back in the winning again in baseball—now they’ve won 6, lost 2—that’s sure swell.  Hank Borowy is doing very good for the Yanks this year.  Let’s see, he’s won 5 straight, hasn’t he?

            Mom, thanks ever so much for sending me a piece of your mother’s day cake.  I’m sure it’ll come in good shape.

            The Army Air Force is sure bombing the heck out of Japan, with those B-29’s.  Won’t it be a wonderful think to hear that the war with the Japs is over?

            Mom and Dad, I want you to know that I really appreciate all the things you’ve been sending me.

            Please excuse the briefness and sloppiness of this letter—I’ll try to do better.

            Take care of yourselves, folks.

                                                                                    As always, your son,

                                                                                    “Georgie”

P.S.  Say “Hello” to the Mortons, McKenzies and Madam Engelke for me—will you!!

P.P.S. Please send me some books of stamps—If you can.

 

  

                                                                                    June 4th, China

Dearest Folks,

            I’m terribly sorry I haven’t written before, but I have not had too much time.

            Yesterday, I received two letters from you, and also the pen which you sent.  It writes nicely—thanks ever so much.

            I still haven’t received my camera as yet, but hope I’ll get it in my next package from you folks. However, I borrowed a camera yesterday and took some pictures with a roll of film which I had.  They’ve being developed now and I’ll send them to you when they’re done.

            Dad, yes we can use American money over here, and I’d love to buy you folks some swell souvenirs.

            Also Dad, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, even though I may be a little late, and ten thousand miles away.  I hope that I can be home to personally wish you a happy birthday next year.

            I’ve heard from both Jeanie and Lu in the past two weeks, and they both seem to be contented where they are.

            Yes Mommie, I read about the bombing of the carrier U.S.S. Franklin, but didn’t even think of Bob being on that ship.  However, I’m sure glad he is all right.

            Folks, I wonder if you could send me a pipe—take the money out of my account.  I don’t mean a real big one.   Just a small one like this—with a round bowl.   [He drew little picture of a pipe.]  Also pipe tobacco!!  I you could send it First Class mail, it would come just as fast as a letter!

            Folks, here are a few pictures which I bought in town, showing a few of the places around here—hope you like them.

            Well, I’ll say goodbye for now—take care of yourselves, and Dad, again I want to say “Happy Birthday.”

                                                                                 As Always, Your loving son,

                                                                                 Georgie

P.S.  If you could send me some stamps, I sure could use them!!!

[One photograph was removed from this letter by army censors.]

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                                                                        June 5th, “China”

Hello Dear Folks,

            Well, it’s another Tuesday, and I haven’t heard from my most wonderful correspondents for several days—in fact I haven’t received mail from anyone for quite a while.  No I realize how you folks must worry when I don’t write for a while.  I guess the mail is a little mixed up with all the activities in the Pacific nowadays.

            I’m so glad Harlow took the Navy, instead of the Army—for there is where I made my biggest mistake.   Don’t get me wrong, for I think the army is pretty swell—but it’s a hard place for advancement if you happen to land in the wrong type of outfit!  I bet he’ll sure looks swell in a sailor uniform.

            Dad, I certainly am anxious to see the Annual of this June’s graduating class—for I know several kids graduating.  Dad, do you think that it’d be possible (when I get out of the Army), to go to High School for a month or so, and listen in on some of your math classes—so I can brush up a little before attempting college again.  You see, I’ve forgotten a lot of math, but think I could re-learn it quickly if I had a review in it.  Seriously, though, I’m determined to get a College degree if I have enough mentality to do so.  Dad, would you send me some material concerning the different types of courses I will probably take?  I fully realize I’m now way behind those fellows who got extra college credit by being in the Army and Navy College Program—but don’t intend to let that bother me.  Also, would you send me a list of the types of jobs I’d be eligible for upon getting a civil engineering degree.

            Mom, how’s my sweetheart these days?  You and Dad must feel pretty lonesome with all your chicks away from home—however, let’s hope that before another year goes by, we’ll all be together again.

            The time is going by fairly fast, and it won’t be long before I’ll have a year overseas to my credit.

            Well I’ll say goodnite for how—take care of yourselves, and write when you can.

                                                                                    As Always, Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Here’s the Chinese money which you asked for.

 

 

                                                                                    June 12th “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Please don’t be too mad at me for not writing before, for I was unable to do so!

            I received a letter from you folks today, and am so happy to hear the farm is coming along so well.  I’ll hardly know the place when I get home—with all the changes you folks have made.  Mom, I also appreciated the four-leaf clover you sent me—I do wish it’d bring some luck so I can come home soon!

            It has been raining all day long—and the thick, gummy mud is almost up to our knees outside.  These are the types of days, which make me homesick—it does me, anyway.  The war is coming along fairly well, but not fast enough for me.  Personally, I’d rather be in combat again, than fool around with the types of things we’re doing nowadays.  Don’t get me wrong—but I’m getting awfully restless.  Back in Burma, we didn’t have as much military discipline as here.  I guess I’d better quit my griping, before you folks get disgusted with me.

            Dad, I’m so glad to hear Bloomfield beat Orange in the 1st round of the Baseball Tournament and hope they’ll continue to win.  Also, remember Bill Boyle?  I heard from him several times, and now see that he was wounded in Okinawa.  I hope it wasn’t serious.

            I hate to write like this, but I want you to see an article I cut out of our own “Independent Press” concerning this “Bloomfield Citizens’ and Veterans’ Service” March 12.  I interpreted this article the way the soldier did, but I don’t think anyone should make any statements which even hint about “Stay in the Army.”  After all, that’s another thing we’re fighting for—to get this war over so that we might return to civilian life again.  If they can’t give any better advice than that, I’m sure no service fellows want any.  Dad, give me your opinion on this.   Maybe I’m just overly excited about this incident—but maybe they’re giving ill-advice to other soldiers, too.  Let me know  if I’m making a so-called “mountain out of a molehill.”

            It’s funny, but I just showed that article to my buddy, and he said if that pencil-pushing ___ walked into our barracks, he wouldn’t walk out alive talking like that.   He said he’d like to write to  [the writer] and ask him if he thinks we’re all sergeants.  Enough of that stuff!!!

            Mom and Dad, here are a few pictures I took in town.  I’m in a couple of them.   If you could sent me 3 sets enlarge, I’d appreciate them.

            Take care of yourselves, dear folks, and write often if you can.

                                                                                   As always, your loving son

                                                                                   George

 

                                                      Wednesday, June 13th, “Somewhere in China”

Dearest Folks,

            Well another dreary day has dawned—gosh, but I wish it’d clear up a little around here.  I can just imagine how it must be raining in Burma now—with the monsoon weather in full swing.  I have to consider myself lucky, in a way, for not having been in Burma for a full monsoon season.  Some folks back home might consider the monsoons just a rainy season, but with it comes the dreaded diseases Malaria, Typhus, Dysentery also the knee-deep mud!!  Yes, there is more to that season than just the rainy part!!  China has a good deal of rain, but it’s not as consistent as in the Burma-India theatre.

            I still haven’t received the camera from you folks, but hope that eventually it’ll get here.  When it does, I promise to take more pictures of myself—for I know that’s what you’d like me to do.  I should have quite a collection of pictures home by now—haven’t I?  I’m trying to get as many pictures as possible while in China, ‘cause I know I’ll never be back to see it again (I hope!!)

            Dad, would it be at all possible for you to send me a pipe—I asked in one of my previous letters, but thought I’d ask again.  Please don’t think I’m a smoke fiend, for I’m not!! If you could send it 1st class, it’d get here much faster.  Also, some pipe tobacco!  Please pay for all of these things I’ve asked for out of my bank account, for I fully realize that all the things I’ve asked for must be putting a dent in your pocket!!

            Well, again I shall close, but I’ll try to be more regular about writing from now on.

                                                                                   As always, you loving son,

                                                                                   Georgie

 

                                                                                Thursday, June 15th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Guess what?  Tonight I got a small package from you folks and in it was the camera and 4 rolls of films.  Thanks ever so much, for now I’ll try to take some good pictures.  The camera was in good shape—thanks to you folks packing it in a tin box.

            Dad, I hate to tell you this, but remember that pen which you and mom sent me?  Well tonight when I came in from work, I laid my shirt (with the pen in the pocket on my bed, and then some fellows accidently sat on it and broke it.  I really feel bad about it, and know you folks will think me very careless.  If you could send me another  (and I insist you take the money from my bank account) I promise I’ll take much better care of it.  Please do this for me, for I really need a pen bad.

            I see from the news that Tokyo is just about flattened by our B-29 raids.  That is sure good news, and I certainly hope it’ll be a great factor in the defeat of Japan.

            I see that a lot of our Bloomfield boys are now returning from Europe.  They sure did a swell job in Germany’s defeat.

            Remember, I told you it was raining while I was writing my last letter?  Well, it’s still raining.   The mud is ankle-deep all around, and I’m sure glad we’re living in barracks—not tents.

            I haven’t heard from Jeanie or Lu for quite some time, but I guess their time is pretty well taken up.

            Mommie, I got those two pictures of you and “Bobbie” and Jeanie and “Bobbie.”  They were sure swell.  And the good ole Haupin Estate still looks wonderful.  (Please excuse my scribbling, for I’m trying to finish this letter before the lights go out.)

            Mommie, I wonder if you could re-send those pictures of Lorraine, Marie McFadden, and the one of Ann Miller sitting on the edge of the pool.  (also Midgie Brittain’s picture).  You see, while I was in Burma, I was afraid I’d ruin them, but here I can keep them pretty well.  They’re nice morale builders, you know?

            I’m glad to hear that Walt is coming along fine, and hope he’ll be entirely well before long.

            Also, if you could send me some stamps, I could really use them.  I have a lot of airmail envelopes, but no stamps.  You see, while I was in combat, we were allowed to send letters in airmail envelopes, and mark them free, but now we have to put on stamps in order to use them.   I’ve used up my last other kind of envelope tonight.

            Dad, so you’re going to teach summer school again this year—my but you’re energetic.  I just hope you don’t try and do too much.

            Well I guess I’ll have to close for now, ‘cause the fellows are about to turn out the lights.

            Goodnite, dear folks.  I love you so very much.

                                                                                    As always,

                                                                                    Georgie


                                                                                  Monday, June 18th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Yesterday I received four letters from you folks and today another one.  In them, you acknowledge receiving the pictures I sent.  I’m glad you liked them, and hope that I’ll soon be able to send you more—now that I have my camera.  I’m sorry that the censor took two of the pictures, but maybe I’ll get them back—I’ll try.

            Dad, I received that commencement program and I was surprised at the number of students that I know in the class.  After this graduating class, I’ll only know a few students in the High school.  Do you know Alice Kucinski?  I see that she’s quite a popular girl in High School.  Believe it or not, she was one of the three girls that walked home with me from my first day as playground instructor at Brookside Park.  I believe you folks remember my telling about that, don’t you?

            Here are seven more photos, which I was holding back, because our censor didn’t think they’d go through.  Please let me know if they get through, okay!!

            Dad, I’m glad to see Eddie Bechinski is home from the German internment camp.  Will he be discharged??  Also, how is Bill Christian?  He was such a swell swimming coach—we had so much fun with him.

            So you and Mom are going to see Jeanie and Walt!!  I’m sure it’ll make him so happy to see you folks.  Say “Hello” to him and Jeanie for me.

            The time over here is now passing pretty slowly nowadays—but maybe someday in the future, I’ll get home again.

            Well folks, I’ll close for now I’ll try to write as often as I can.

                                                                                    As Always,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Say “Hello’ to “Bobbie” for me also!!!

 

                                                                                    June 19th, Tuesday, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I didn’t receive any letters from you folks today, but I did [get] three envelopes with newspapers from Aunt Kate.  Boy, it’s certainly swell to read news from home.  My buddy, Carmen Vitaliti, from Newark got a letter today with a Star Ledger clipping of our beating Caldwell in the Tournament.  That sure is swell—I just hope they can win this last game from Columbia.

            I’m sending some more Chinese money in this letter—please let me know whether or not you receive it.  I’ve collected a lot of coins from China, but am keeping them with me until I get home.  Also, while in combat in Burma, I collected a few item such as pieces of Japanese artillery shrapnel, a strip of Japanese film showing a Jap wrestling match), Jap propaganda sheets, a Japanese hat (not helmet) and several other items.  The Japanese hat looks something like this:  [picture shows a hot with star, sun visor, and chinstrap.]  I’m not sending them home, for the censor may take them out.              

          Tonight is rather dull—most of the fellows are sitting around the barracks playing cards, writing letters—while the rest are just talking of anything that comes into their heads.

            Well, again I’ll say good nite--for I can’t think of anything more to say which the censors wouldn’t take out.

                                                                      Take care of yourselves, As always,

                                                                      George

P.S. I’m sending six Chinese bills—let me know how many get through!!!

                                                           

           

                                                                        Wednesday, June 20th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well tonight I saw a swell movie titled “Eadie Was a Lady.”  It was a swell musical picture with lots of dancing by a beautiful movie star called Ann Miller!  I love to see pictures like that, for they make me think of home.  By the way, I can still play the piano and practice as often as I can.  We have a piano in our dayroom here at camp,  Ny favorite songs are still “Stardust,” “Deep Purple,” and “Schubert’s Serenade.”  I still love music as much as I always have, and someday I hope to learn to play the piano real well!!

            No letters today from you folks, but I can’t kick with all the letters I received before.

            I do hope you folks received the pictures I sent yesterday, for they are such a nice remembrance from Burma.

            Mom, yes I did receive that 4-leaf clover you sent me—and it was swell of you to send it!

            Dad, how did Bloomfield make out with their rival, Columbia in the finale of the Newark Tournament?

            Well, please excuse this short letter, for I can’t think of anything more to say.  Be good, dear folks.

                                                                        As always, George

 

                                                                        June 21st, 1945

Dearest Folks,

            Today I received a letter from Walt—it was sure swell to hear from him.  He said that you folks had just left to go back to Bloomfield.  From his letter he seemed to be in fairly high spirits—I’m sure glad.   He told me a little about what happened to him while in Europe, and I guess he had a pretty rough time.

             I’m sure you folks made Walt very happy by going up to see him.

            Everything is going just about the same so I can’t kick.

            Dad, I’m glad you’re sending me that annual, for I’m so anxious to see it.

            Mom, I want you to keep Dad from working too hard getting the farm fixed, for you folks will collapse before long if you keep you present pace up.

            Well, again I’ll say so long, and take care of yourselves.

                                                                        As always, your loving son,

                                                                        George

  

                                                                                  Friday, June 22nd, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            Well another day has come and gone!!  The days go by fairly fast, but they can never go fast enough for me.  I didn’t receive any mail today, but I can’t kick.

            I’ve made up my mind to stick with Civil Engineering, for I believe that type of a degree will give me a better job (I hope!!).  What do you think about this, Dad?  Do you think there’ll be too many Civil Engineers after this war—thus crowding up that field too much.   You see, I want to try to get into something, which will pay dividends in as far as a good permanent job.  Don’t think I’m getting too choosy, but I just want to go into the right thing.  Dad, please give me your ideas, viewpoints, etc., on this subject.

            Mommie, are you going to spend most of your time up at the farm while Dad is teaching Summer School?  I wish I was up at tour farm now, for I always loved the glen and falls (Diana’s Pool) in the summer time.  Remember how I used to go swimming sometimes three times a day.  I guess those days are gone forever.

            Well, I’ll close for now, for it is 11:30 P.M.  Good night dear folks, and God Bless you both.

                                                                                  As always, your loving son,

                                                                                  George

 

                                                                             Wednesday, June 27th, “China”

Dearest Folks,

            I’m sorry I didn’t write for the past few days, but I was on guard, etc. , so not much chance for writing.

            Just today, I received a package from you folks. In it were these things: a pack of cigarettes, a homemade cake, candy, covered nuts, a piece of fudge with raisins in it, a box of raisins, a box of assorted cookies, a high school sports schedule and also some envelopes and paper.  Thanks ever so much—everything in the box was swell, and in good shape.

 

                                                                                    Thursday, June 28th

            Last night the lights went out before I could finish this letter, so here I am this morning.

            Here’s a little more Chinese money, which I think will interest you.   I have a few silk things which I’m sending in a package.  I don’t know when you’ll get it, but lelt me know when it comes.

            Please excuse the short and sloppy letter.  I’ll do better next time!

                                                                                  As always, your loving son,

                                                                                  George

 

                                                                                    Tuesday, July 3rd

Dearest Folks,

            Again I have to apologize for not writing! 

            Yesterday, I received two letters from you folks, besides a letter from Wesley LaBaugh.  He is in the Mariana Islands, and seems to be enjoying it there.

            I haven’t received the pipe as yet, but I guess it’ll come any day now.  If you could send me some Rum and Maple tobacco….

            Folks, I have a lot of souvenirs to send home just as soon as I can get them packed.  Dad, there are very few things for men in the line of souvenirs, but I’m still looking.

            Here are a few more pictures and Chinese money for you to put away.  The pictures aren’t so hot, but maybe it’ll give you an idea of what I look like.

            I’m having some pictures developed here right now, which I’ll send to you as soon as I get them.

            Mommie, thanks for that 4-leaf clover—I’m keeping it for good luck.

            Dad, how is Summer School going these days?  I kinda liked summer school, cause it gave me a chance to concentrate on jut a few subjects.

            Well, I’ll try to write again soon!  Good night dear folks—I love you so very much.

                                                                                    As always,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    July 4th

Dearest Folks,

            Today has been a rainy day, but it was too bad, for I was off all day.

            I received a package from you folks containing pineapples, matches, cigarettes, peanuts, jam, crackers, cookies and gum drops.  It really was swell—thanks ever so much.

            I also received a letter from Shirley Rand—she’s a junior at Cornell now, and seems to be doing very well up there.

            I’m sorry but I can’t say anything about just what I’m doing these days, for the censorship is pretty rigid here in China.

            I’m sending a little more Chinese money and two handkerchiefs in this letter—let me know if you get them.

            I’ll close for now—but will write again soon.

                                                                                    As always,

                                                                                    George

P.S.  Here’s a CBI patch and 475th infantry patch, too.

     

                                                                                    July 8th

Dearest Folks,

            Today I received two letters from you.  In them pictures of you folks, and also the ones I asked for.  Thanks ever so much.

            Here are some negatives which I wish you’d have enlarged and printed.  Then, if you could send me two sets for my buddies they’d appreciate it.   Some of the negatives looked as though they might come out pretty good.  I’m taking some pictures, and will send them to you when they’re done.

            I’m so glad that Walt is coming along fine, and will soon be home for a little while.

            From the reports on the news of Japan, I should say that our B-29’s are doing a good job these days.   I do hope this darn war ends this year—but that’s too much to expect.

            Dad, Mom told me about how wonderful the farm is beginning to look.   That sure is swell, but please don’t run yourself ragged on it.

            I still have not received my pipe as yet, but am looking forward to getting it any one of these days now.

            Well, I’ll close for now—be good and take care of yourselves!!

                                                                                   

                                                                                    As always, lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    July  10th

Dearest Folks,

            I received the pen from you folks today—thanks ever so much.  I still haven’t gotten the pipe yet, but it should be coming soon.

            Today, I received a letter from Carol Hauber.  She graduated from some junior college in Maine, and seemed to be very happy about it.  She’s engaged to Walter Bleecker—he’s somewhere in the Pacific with the navy.

            I’m sending some more pictures to you—I hope you like them.  I’m going to send you folks several letters tonight with various souvenirs in them.  Please let me know if you get them.  I should have quite a stack of pictures when I’m done here in China—don’t you think??  I figure I may as well, ‘cause I don’t intend to come back here if I can help it.

            In this letter I’m sending 2 pictures.  I have more pictures being developed in town, which should be very interesting if they turn out.

            Dad, how is summer school these days?  I bet it’s rather tiring after doing it so many years, isn’t it?         

           Well, I’ll close this little note.  Take care of yourselves!!  Please write as often as possible.

                                                                                    As always, lovingly,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    July 12th

Dearest Folks,

            I do hope you received all the letters I sent the 10th.  The contained numerous things such as pictures, handkerchiefs, silk stockings, etc.

            Yesterday, I received a swell box from you folks.  In it were 4 chocolate [?], a box of Mother Hubbard candy, a pack of cigarettes, a “Student Prints,” a Lion’s Club program, some high school programs, gum, etc.  It was really swell, and thanks ever so much.

            Dad, what classes are you teaching in summer school this year?  Do you still teach Refresher Math Classes?

            The days are now dragging by very slowly, but at least I have my first year overseas in anyway.  Some say this is a 24 month Theater, others say there is no more rotation—I don’t know which to believe.  Anyway, I think I should at least get home some time next year.  Do you realize, I’ve now been in the Army almost two years? (and still a Pvt.)

            I’m sending in this letter a name plate (which some of us sew on our field jackets which has my name written in Chinese.  Also, here’s 7 Chinese bills and one Japanese invasion note.  Let me know if you receive all of these things.  I’m trying to send home everything I can get my hands on, ‘cause I don’t expect to come back here—once I get away from China.

            Well, I’ll close for now.  Take good care of yourselves dear folks—I love you both so very much.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    July 17th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, tonight is a very beautiful evening—the sun is shining, and a beautiful sunset is forming, just like the ones we used to have up at Pottersville.

            I was on guard duty last night—you see, we have both Chinese and American guards around here.

            Dad, I’ve just been reading the Independent Press, and was reading an article about the Lion’s Club.  I see you’re on the Entertainment and Educational Committees.  You certainly are keeping right up with our activities, aren’t you?

            Mom, how is my best gall these days?  I’d give anything to see your flower gardens up at the farm—I bet they’re sure beautiful!

            I received a letter fro Lorraine several days ago, and she said she was up swimming at Pottersville—did you see her?  I’d like to see her now—I bet she’s really a beautiful girl.

            So Walt is finally going to get a furlough.  He sure deserves it!!

            I’m sending this letter to Pottersville—let me know Mr. Lindaberry’s reaction when he gets it.

            I’ll close for now.  Be good and say “Hello” to all the folks at Potterville for me.

                                                                                    As always, your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    Sunday, July 22nd ‘45

My dearest Folks,

            Yesterday I received another package from you folks.  Gee, your packages are really coming right along now!  Today, I got the box with the yearbook in it.  It was sure swell to read one of those again.  Dad, you were swell to get all those autographs for me.  I’ll send it back just as soon as I look at it a little more.

            Mom, that piece of Mother’s Day cake came in fine condition, and boy, it was sure swell.

            I also received those two rolls of film which you sent by First Class mail.  I never did get that pipe, though!!  Dad, would it be asking too much if you’d send me another one?

            I took a few more pictures, but they didn’t come out very good.  Here are the negatives of the ones that came out.  I should be getting quite a few pictures back home now, aren’t I?  I’m getting all I can, for I don’t expect to come  back to China (if I can help it.)

            Judging from the news nowadays, there should be some more Invasions before long—what do you think Dad?  I wish it’d come soon, for then the war will be on its last phase.

            Well, again I want to thank you folks for all the swell things you’ve sent me—I really appreciate them.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    July 24th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Guess what?  Today I received two packages from you.   One was numbered #14, which had funnies, 2 packs of cigarettes, chocolate bars, raisins, peanuts, a can of vegetable soup, and cookies, soap, etc.  The other package was one big box of cookies, caramels, toffee and a pencil.  Thanks ever so much, dear folks—Those things were certainly wonderful.

            Well, how is Walt enjoying his furlough?  I bet he’s really happy to be up and around isn’t he?  Jeanie must also be happy to be home again.  Mommy, soon you’ll have all your “little chicks” together again, won’t you?

            I’m sending a news bulletin, which we get here every day—it tells about the breaking up of the Mars Task Force.  I thought you might enjoy seeing it.

            The days are getting much pleasanter here nowadays—we don’t get all those showers, which I was telling you about in my previous letters.  How is it in Jersey—is it very hot, or what?

            I haven’t heard from Lucy for quite some time—is she still in Utah?

            Well, dear folks, again I’ll close—good night, and please take care of yourselves.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    July 31st, ’45, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, today was payday!  I’m sorry I’m not sending any home, but in town we can buy some very good meals, so I figure I may as well keep this money and use it for things like that.  I may as well do that since I now have an opportunity to have a few good times.

            Yesterday, I received three letters from you folks, and one from Lucille.  In your letters were the rest of the pictures which I asked for.  Thanks ever so much—the fellows really appreciated them a lot.  Lucille sent me a picture of herself and Dick—they sure seem to be getting along swell.  Lucille is swell working as a waitress—I guess she must get pretty tired of it, but she never complains.

            Folks, did you ever receive about 30 small pictures—which I sent quite a while back?  I do hope all my pictures are getting home, ‘cause I’m so anxious to get a large collection.  Mom, did you ever count the number of pictures I’ve sent home?  I was wondering just how many I have sent!!  I’m sorry I wasn’t able to take more pictures in Burma.

            How is Walt enjoying his furlough?  From the sound of your letters, he really seems to be adapting himself to those braces and crutches.

            Gee, that sounded just like Bob Wortman, coming over with a bow and arrow.  He really is a great outdoorsman, isn’t he?

            In this letter I’m sending twelve (12) more pictures which were taken in Burma.  They are numbered from 12 to 23.  Please let me know if they all get to you.

            Well, I’ll close for now—be good my dear folks, and I want you to know I’m always thinking of you.

                                                                                 As always, your loving son,

                                                                                 George

P.S.  If you could send me some stationary and envelopes I’d really appreciate it.  Dad, I received all those stamps which you sent me.  They’re really nice-looking stamps, aren’t they

P.P.S Mom, I know I’m a little early but I want to wish a very happy birthday to the swellest “Mom” any fellow could ever have.  Maybe I’ll be home for your next one—to wish you a happy birthday in person.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

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 George and his friend Bushway

Kunming K


                                                                                    August 4th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, I received another package from you yesterday, which was numbered #18.  Thanks ever so much—all that candy certainly was swell.  Also I received your letters with the rest of the pictures.

            I don’t know whether you read the address or not, but my address is…

            Yes, that’s right.  I’m a corporal now.  I made it several days ago.  I’m going to change my allotment to $50 a month just as soon as I can.  Just think, now I’ll be making a little more money.

            Well, dearest folks, I’ll close for now—I’ll write again soon.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    August 7th, China

Dear Folks,

            Well, another day’s work has gone by—bringing me one day closer to going home!  I read in the news today that the U.S. Air Force is going to use a new Atomic Bomb on Japan.  This bomb is supposed to contain the newest and most destructive explosives ever invented.  I certainly hope that it’ll have such a demoralizing effect on Japan that the Japs will come to their senses and surrender.  You’d think they would realize how useless it is to fight any longer, wouldn’t you?

            I’m sending a picture of myself—which I had taken in town.  I’ll try to get some more taken soon.          

            Dad, I guess Summer school is over by now—it sure must fell good to get a little rest for a while.  By the way, Peggy Banks said she’s seen you in Whelan’s Drug Store several times—she’s working there for the summer.

            Mom, again I want to wish you a Happy Birthday.  Take care of yourselves, dear folks.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    Thursday, August 9th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, today I received two letters from you—one form Jeanie and one from my Mom and Dad.  In one letter were the clippings about the Empire State Building, and a picture of Victor Mattson.

            Jeanie, it was so swell to hear from you—my sis is really getting “high class” owning a ’38 Plymouth already.  I hope to own a car of my own, one of these days!  However, I think I’ll wait till the prices of cars go down a bit—they’re not quite within my financial means these days.  You asked me to tell you a little about what I do in town, and how I get there.  Well, the enlisted men’s nights in town are the “odd” days of the month—while the officers go on the even days.  Our camp (F.A.T.C.) furnishes trucks for transportation—and “boy,” is the road to town rough.  In town, there are several restaurants which look somewhat like those saloons (with swinging doors) in Western pictures   There, we can get fairly good meals, but nothing like in the states.  The prices are high, and the meals are small.   Most of the time we just buy a plate of French fried potatoes, which costs about 1400 Yuan (or .75 cents).  However, we can’t eat in those places now, because of the cholera and Bubonic Plague in this vicinity.  The town has a very poor sewerage system, consequently, the place smells to high heaven—but it’s better than staying in camp and brooding all the time.

            I’m a truck driving instructor, and am training Chinese.  It really takes a lot of patience, because some of them never even saw a truck before.  I have a government driver’s license, and am qualified to drive a Jeep (1/4 ton), Weapons carrier (3/4 ton), light truck (1 ½ ton) and a heavy truck (2 ½ ton).  It’s fairly interesting work, but has its unpleasant moments-just like anything else.      

            I’m sending seven (7) more pictures in this letter—please let me know if you get them.     I’ll close for now, but will write again soon!  Take care of yourselves, dear folks,

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

Kunming Street Scene
Kunming I

 

                                                                               Tuesday, August 14th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, I have a lot of things to talk to you about tonight.

            This past Friday night, there came over the radio the most wonderful news—“the Japanese had surrendered to us unconditionally.”  Well, I could hardly believe it for it seemed too good to be true.  All the fellows started getting drunk, and running around yelling “the war is over, we’re going home.”            Then, to our dismay, we found that this announcement wasn’t true.  Now tonight, the rumors are going around that the Japs surrendered this afternoon, at 2:35, and that Truman is going to make a speech tomorrow night—I don’t know whether to believe this or not.  I do hope it’s over now, for it’ll save a lot of lives that would be lost if we had to invade Japan.  We read that some “Armchair Generals” back home don’t think that we should stop now, but see this war all the way thru.  How can people be like that?  I guess if they had a son in the Army or Marines (right on the front lines!) they’d change their opinions.  Gosh, haven’t we lost enough men already??  They probably feel that if a few more 100 thousand men get killed or crippled for life, they can keep down the “bread lines”, which are bound to exist when all these returning veterans find their promised jobs aren’t to be had.  Enough of my griping!!

            Gee Mom and Dad, wouldn’t it be swell if I could get home by this Christmas?  That almost too much to hope for, though.  I don’t believe they’ll lower the point system enough for me to get out that way (I have 42 points).  However, there are fellows around here that only have 20 to 25 points, so I don’t feel too bad.

            You say it has been raining a lot at home—well, we’re having the same kind of weather here.  It rains both day and night—I’m sure glad I’m living in a barrack, and not in a tent.

            I was so sorry to hear that Dick’s mother passed away.  It sure is good that he hasn’t gone overseas, and then have it happen—for it’s a lot worse feeling to get news like that, and then it’s very hard to get home.  There have been several of my buddies who had their wives, or folks pass away while they were over here.  The Army won’t send you home either, without going through a lot of red tape!  Please tell Dick how much I regret to hear about it.  It sure is swell he has a wonderful wife like Lucille to cheer him up.  She certainly is a swell girl—but for that matter, both of my sisters are the best in the world.

            Well, Mommy and Daddy, thanks ever so much for your many letters—I certainly appreciate them.

            I’ll close for now, but will try to write tomorrow.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                 Sunday, August 19th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Today, I received a letter dated August 10th from you folks. In it was another set of pictures.  I’ve finally received the pipe and tobacco you sent me.  Gee, that pipe was sure a swell one—and the tobacco was great too.

            Well, dear folks, the war is finally over.  It really made us fellows over here feel good—but at first, we hardly knew whether to believe it or not.  There have been lots of rumors going around here, about when we’re going home—but I’m not going to tell you a bit about them, ‘cause I don’t know how much truth there is in them.   Remember how it was with my furlough?  I told you I expected to be home sometime in January, but didn’t get my furlough until March.  I sure am anxious to get back home soon, but one can never depend on the army for quick decisions!!  I only have 42 points, as I told you, but there are fellows here with me that have only 19 or 20 points—which makes me feel a little better.  Also, I have about 13 months overseas now—so that may help too.

            By the way, did I ever tell that I came overseas by way of Melbourne, Australia?  I think I can tell you this—now that the war’s over.

            Well, I’m sorry I can’t say more in this letter, but I’ve simply run out of words.

            Take care of yourself, folks, and I hope it won’t be too long before I’ll be home again with you.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

 

                                                                                    Monday, August 20th

Dearest Folks,

            Well, another day has come and gone—and I’m still here in China.  Gee, the time is sure dragging these days.  When the war was going on, I didn’t think much about coming home—but now that it’s over, I’ve been sweating it out ever since.

            Jeanie, how is Barbara Ann these days?  Tell her that one of these days (within the next ten years) her uncle is coming home to say “Hello” to her in person.  Gee Jean, from her pictures, I’d say she was going to grow up to be a glamour girl.

            Dad, I’ve been wondering a lot about college.  Do you think I’ll be able to get re-instituted back into Cornell?   I do wish you’d find out about that for me, ‘cause I’ve been worried about that for a long time…(Army censor deletion)


                                                                                Tuesday, August 21st, China

Hi Folks.

            Well, I didn’t write enough last night, so I decided to continue tonight.

            Today it rained practically all day—it’s still drizzling out now.

            Gee, I wish we’d hear some definite news as to when and if were going to get home.  Folks, you can’t even realize how anxious I’ve been since the war has ended.  If you hear anything about us fellows over here in China, please let us know—good or bad news.

            I heard from Vic Dahn yesterday, and he sure seems to be enjoying his job.  He’s down in Florida now—studying airplane ordinance.

            Lucille, are you now home with the folks to stay—for a while?  I just hope I can find me as good a wife as you are to Dick.  I’ve seen quite a few girls in my life, but haven’t found any to compare to my two sisters.  That’s no flattery either.

            Mom and Dad, I can’t wait to get home and see the farm—with it’s new additions.

            Well, I’ll close for now—but will write again soon.

            Good night, dear folks.  I love you all so very very much.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George


                                                                                 Sunday, August 26th, China

Hi Folks,

            Well, it has been a few days since I’ve heard from you folks—I hope everything is all right!

            Dad, I guess it won’t be long before you’ll be starting the fall term in school.  Gee, it seems you never get any time to yourself!!  I’ve always had to admire what a fine, energetic dad I’ve got—I only wish I had ¼ of your ambition.  However, Dad, I intend to try to change when I get home—for I fully realize I’ll never get anywhere the way I’ve been.

            Mom, I’m getting to be quite the washman.  This past week I washed two sets of khakis, two fatigue hats and several other items.   Yes, by having to do all this myself, it made me appreciate just what my Mom has had to do for so many years.  I’ll try to be more considerate of this when I get back home.

            I received a nice letter from Wesley LaBaugh yesterday.  He is stationed on Guam, and has been overseas for 20 ½ months.  He’s awful homesick too, and hopes sometime soon to be coming home.

            Gee, what a beautiful day it is today.  The sun is shining, and the weather isn’t too hot or too cold.

            I saw a wonderful movie last night titled “Valley of Decision” with Greer Garson.  It was a swell picture and  Greer Garson is the best actress I’ve seen—she can act so well, and express so much emotion.  We get the latest pictures over here—I believe we even get them before you folks back home.  They really are bringing a lot of entertainment to us nowadays!!  Every Thursday night two Red Cross girls come out to our camp with coffee and doughnuts—I usually managed to get about 20 or 30 myself.  Then we had U.S.O, shows, boxing exhibitions, etc.  We’re having boxing matches this Thursday night, and my buddy from Indianapolis is boxing then.  He used to be a professional boxer before coming in the army.  He’s the one that I’ve been with all this Burma, Camp Carson and Gruber.  Here’s a picture of him.  He’s shown me quite a little about boxing, which is a nice thing to know.  When I get back home, I intend to have some of my army pals come and visit me—for I’m sure you’d like to meet them.  They may seem rather gruff and rough looking, but I can assure you they’re the swellest bunch of fellows I’ve ever met in my whole life.  No kidding, that’s one thing this army has done for me—it’s given me the opportunity to meet fellows from all over the U.S. and from all types of life.  A lot of them don’t have the wonderful folks and sisters to come home to, and it makes me feel kind of sad.  Well, I guess I’d better cut out my sentimentality before I get you disgusted with me.

            Right now, I’m in the day room listening to concert music.  I don’t like it, but we can only get that one station.  Every Sunday night they have the “Hour of Charm” over the radio, and it reminds me of the many nights I used to listen to it back home.

            Well, I’ll close for now—take good care of yourselves!!!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

Posing beside a Sculpture
George at Circular Gate

 

                                                                                    Sunday, Sept. 2nd, China

Dearest Folks,

            I received a letter from you yesterday, and was so glad to hear everything was going fine.

            Lu, thanks a lot for that pin-up.  I now have it posted up on the wall.  If you have any more, I’d certainly appreciate them.

            Today has been a beautiful, sunny day—in fact all the days for the past few weeks have been swell.  My buddies and I took some pictures today—when I get a chance to develop them, I’ll send them to you.

            Well, things are moving rather slowly in so far as ideas of getting home.  I guess it’ll still be quite a while before I’ll be boarding that boat, bound for the states.   Oh well, someday I’ll get home (maybe!!) Gee, Mom and Dad, I’m really getting homesick nowadays.

            Dad, I’m not sending home any extra money this month, ‘cause they told us that there might be some delay in getting paid this next month, and to keep some money aside just in case.

            I read in the Independent Press that 562 fellows have already been released from the services.  Gee, I do hope it won’t be too long before I’ll be a civilian again.  I guess it’ll seem strange to climb into “civies” after being in the army so long.

            I really would have liked to see Harlow when he was home on leave.  I bet he really looked swell.  He’s a swell kid, isn’t he?

            I’m sending you a couple of the news sheets we get around here.

            Good night Mom and Dad, Lucy, Jeanie, and Bobbie—maybe someday soon I’ll see you all again. Wouldn’t it be swell if I was home for Christmas???

            Take care of yourselves, and write when you can.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    Georgie

George in China
George and Chinese Boy


 

                                                                              Sunday, September 9th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, censorship is now over, so maybe I can now speak a little more freely.  Please don’t be mad at my slacking off in my writing to you—you can see we’ve been having night driving this past week as well as the regular days’ schedule.  We’re trying to finish this training cycle as soon as possible—so they’re kinda crowding things these days.

            A lot of fellows have left F.A.T.C. already and are now in a Quartermaster truck battalion, which is going to fly to Shanghai in a few days.  Their job will be hauling supplies and equipment from Shanghai to places inland. They are supposed to be over here 9 more months, working on that job—we’re probably scheduled to stay for the same length of time—so don’t expect me home for quite a while.  Another thing, they’re trying to say that 612 and 613 were never in combat.  If that’s so, I’d like to know what the fellows died from—that are lying in the cemetery back in Burma where we fought.  The officers of the 612 are really sore about this whole thing, and have written many letters to Washington asking for an explanation to this whole mess.  You see, if we are classified as combat troops again, we’ll probably get to go home—but they need men over here right now, and I guess that’s the only way they have of keeping us over here.

            I’m sending some pictures in this letter which I took today.  I hope you like them.

            Jeanie and Lucy, how are my little sisters these days?

            Mom and Dad, I received a package two days ago, which had cigarettes, a jar of peanut butter, jam, crackers and candy.  Thanks ever so much—it really was swell. 

            Well, I’ll say good night for now.  I’ll try to write tomorrow night again.

                                                                        As always, lovingly,

                                                                        Georgie

 

                                                                   Friday, September 14th, 1945, China

My dearest folks,

            I received three letters from you folks today, and yesterday I received the birthday package you folks sent me.  Gee, that was a swell box—and the fellows and I enjoyed all those sweets. It sure is swell to have a birthday—even though I’m about 13,000 miles from home.  Remember the birthday parties Lu, Jeanie and I used to have when we were little kids? It’s things like that which makes a fellow appreciate what a wonderful Dad and Mom he has!  I just hope I can be just half a good a parent as my folks have been—when I get married. [Editor's note:  Dad, you were the best!]  Thanks again for the box, and I hope I’ll be home at least by my next birthday.

            It’s awful hard to believe that I’ll soon be 21 years old—just think, I’ll be able to vote!!!  I guess one of these years I’ll be meeting a nice girl and getting married—but not for a long time yet.  I figure I’m still too young for marriage, and also, I want to get some sort of a definite picture set up before becoming tied down.  Lucy, you’re a married woman now—will you give me your viewpoints on marriage?

            Well, I’m no longer an instructor—you see they’re closing down the F.A.T.C. pretty rapidly now.  Right now I’m “surplus” or “non-essential”, but I guess it won’t be long before I’ll be in S.O.S. and going to Shanghai to haul supplies and equipment.  That’s what has happened to a lot of my pals, so I guess I’ll be next.  It’s not a pleasant thought, but I may as well face it.  Anyway, our Chinese interpreters say that Shanghai is really a beautiful place—its called the “Chinese Birmingham” and has 4-lane highways and everything.  We fly from Kunming to Shanghai—at least that’s what the others have done.  For the past four days I’ve [been}just lying around, waiting for someone to tell me what will be done with me.  I’m sure its not home, for I only have 50 points (55 if I get the campaign star for China!)  Some of my buddies have gone home already—those who are 35, 38 and those with 75 points or over.

            Today I sent a package home, which contained the high school year book, several handkerchiefs, scarves, newspapers and a few odds and ends.  I’m going to send another package tomorrow.  I want to get rid of all the excess things, so that I won’t have so mch to lug around.

            Lucy, honey, how do you like your new job?  You’ll probably be a photographer, by the time I get home.  By the way, Peggy Banks said that she saw you in the centre recently—she works in Whelan’s Drugstore.

            Aunt Kate, I received your sweet letter today, and was so happy to hear from you.  Thanks ever so much for sending those papers—even when you were in Sugar Grove.

            I’m sending home these pictures again, for I’m getting so many of them, I’m afraid the weather here might spoil them.

            Goodnight, dear folks.  I love you all so very much and still hope I’ll be able to see you all by Christmas! Thank you for everything you sent me!!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    Georgie

  

                                                                        September 17th, Kunming, China

Dearest Folks

            Just a short note to tonight to let you know that I’m thinking of all of you, and wishing I’ll be home soon to see you all again.

            Today, I sent that second package—with various souvenirs, etc.  I’m going to try to send one more this week.

            In this letter, I’m sending some negatives, which I wish you’d have developed, and send me just the pictures I’m in—also the studio negative of me down to the waist.  These aren’t so hot-I think that light gets into my camera some way, and spoils the pictures.

            I’m still listed as surplus—but there’s a list coming out this week, in which a lot of fellows will be assigned to S.O.S.  I’ll probably be on that, now that I’m listed as a truck driver (on my service record).

            Last night I was on guard, but it’s the last time I’ll pull guard at F.A.T.C.—for they now have a list of permanent guards for the camp (they’re all Pvt’s and Pfc’s).  Now I’m glad I made some kind of a rating.

            Dad, how does the football team shape up this year?  I wish I could get home to maybe see the Thanksgiving game!!!

            Mom, it sure will seem good to taste home cooked meals (I hope it’ll be soon).

            Well, I’ll say good night for now—take care of yourselves, and don’t take any “Wooden Nickles!!”

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                         Thursday, September 20th, Kunming, China

 

Dearest Mom, Dad Jeanie, Lucy and Aunt Kate,

            Well, yesterday I sent off my third package to you folks.  In it were a few China Lanterns, Yank magazine, hunting knife, India souvenir dagger, a Burmese Idol (I carried this with me for about 300 miles long the trail), some negatives, etc.  I hope you get all of these things all right.

            I’m sending a couple of pictures I cut out of a Life magazine.  We were near this Salween River hospital while in Burma.  Also, those colored parachute tents are the same type which we used for shelters.  The artists conceptions of those parachutes was very poor—for the tents were a lot bigger than he has drawn them.

            I’m still sitting around, waiting for some official orders to come thru concerning where we’re supposed to go. I do wish they’d make up their minds soon, for this “sweating out” is kinda getting on my nerves.

            Well, I almost have 14 months overseas now.  By the way, did I ever tell you that I left Los Angeles harbor on the 23rd of July (44).  It was a very interesting trip, and I didn’t get seasick all during the trip—although I thought I was several times.   The name of the ship was the “General Butner.”  It was a streamlined, modern boat, but was a tiring trip due to the overcrowded conditions—there were between 5000 and 6000 troops aboard.   We had the whole 124th Cavalry Regiment with us.  The waters in the Pacific are very beautiful at nights—the phosphorescence of the water made it look like the sky on a clear, dark night—with all the stars shining. We were escorted most of the way by two destroyers (after we left Australia).  When we reached the equator, the air and sun became stifling hot—especially below decks (for they had to close all ports and openings at night), for the ventilation was very poor.  The majority of us fellows broke out with heat rash—including me.  The shower system was very poor, for all they had were salt water showers and soap doesn’t lather at all with salt water.  All in all, it wasn’t too pleasant a trip, but I sure hope I can take that trip again soon—this time back to the good Old U.S.A.

            Well, I guess I’ve bored you all long enough with my chattering, so I’ll say good night, and write as often as you can.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    September 24th, 1945

Dearest Folks,

            Yesterday I received a letter from you folks which contained a picture of my Mom and Dad.  It was such a swell picture, and the surroundings looked so familiar.  By the way, how were the peonies this year—they really used to be beautiful.

            I’m sending some more negatives in this letter.  I’m in quite a few of these pictures—I hope you like them.  If you could send me two sets of these, I’d really appreciate it.

            Lucy, I hear you’re working overtime some of these days—don’t overdo it Honey, ‘cause I don’t want my lil sis to be in a run-down condition.  However, I think it’s swell that you’re learning something about photography.  I hear that is interesting work—how about it, Lu?

             Dad, I wonder if you could find some information on the various courses which Cornell has to offer—and also, just what type of a job (specific) they train you for in civilian life.  For instance, say civil engineering—that (I figure) would train me to be a contractor, construction designer, maybe and estimator, etc.  That’s what I’d like to know—for I really want to make sure I choose the most suitable course this time.

            I really don’t have any idea as to what I want for Christmas—just send what you think I’d like.

            I’ll close for now—but will write again real soon.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

P.S. Lucy, I’d love to hear a little about your work!!

 

                                                                                    Wed., Sept. 26th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Please excuse my not writing sooner, for I have moved again.

            I am now at the American Separation Center.   That is where the American G.I.s come to be processed and where they obtain transportation home—however, I am working here, instead of going home.  I’m in a Motor Pool, which takes men to the airport.  I guess I’m considered a permanent truck driver—for that’s what I do.  We wear .45 automatic pistols at all times (when driving).  That is because the other night three Chinese stopped one of our trucks, and made the diver give up his vehicle (The Chinese were armed with submachine guns).  Yes, the situation is still very critical over here, an I do hope to get out of here soon.

            This is a very swell camp.  There is a Red Cross Service club, movies every night, free doughnuts and coffee at all times, and all sorts of recreation.

            Well, I’ll close for now—I’ll write a longer letter tomorrow.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

George and his Jeep

George stands near his Jeep.


                                                                            Friday, September 28th, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, I’m firmly set in my new job.  I can’t complain, ‘cause there are swell officers over me, and I like the work.  Tomorrow is my day off, and so I’m able to have a jeep for the whole day—isn’t that swell??  I’m really getting to drive a lot these days.  Today I was on garbage detail.  (ahem)  Don’t get me wrong—I don’t handle the garbage myself.  I have around 5 coolies which load the truck, and all I do is drive.  When we got to the dump, you should have seen all the poor Chinese people waiting for the garbage trucks to come.  They rummaged through the stuff just like a bunch of animals, and I’ve even seen them dip their hands into the cans and eat all the mushy food that we threw away.  There were old people and men (75 or 80 years old), then there were young girls and boys from 4 to 20 years old (practically all ages).  The girls were very pretty too!!  That’s a sight I’ll never forget.  It’s almost unbelievable how poor, wretched and starving these people are!!  It certainly makes one appreciate the U.S. and his home surroundings when he sees sights like that.

            Yesterday, I received a birthday card from Lucy, Aunt Kate, and my Mom and Dad.  Thanks ever so much—things like that makes a fellow realize that someone is thinking of him, even though he’s thousands of miles away.  I certainly hope I’ll be home for my next birthday—at least.

            I’m glad to hear Bob Mallgraf is at last on his way home—he certainly has had a trying time.

            Lucy, thanks for those pictures you sent me—these sure were swell.  You look just like a little school girl—with your shoes off, and sitting there on the porch.

            Well, nighty night, for it is getting late and I must get my beauty sleep (ahem!!)   Please write when you can Mom, Dad, Lu and Aunt Kate, for your letters bring up my morale 100%.                 

                                                                                    Your loving sonny,

                                                                                    Georgie

P.S.  Please say “Hello” to Mr. and Mrs. McKenzie, Mr. and Mrs. Morton, and all the rest of the neighbors which used to be so swell when I was home!!

 

                                                                                    Sunday, September 30th

Dearest Folks,

            Well, today is Sunday, and here I am sitting in the Motor Pool office, waiting for a detail to come up.  About all we’ve been doing these days is driving men to the airport.

            By the way, I now have 55 points.  I got another campaign star for China (the defense of China).  Now, all I have to do is get 5 more points somewhere, and I’ll be on my way home soon.  You see, they say that November 1st they’re going to cut the points down to 60.  Gee, this worrying is giving me gray hair.  Also, they’re starting to send fellows home with 18 months overseas (I have 14 months).  So you see, I’m missing all these opportunities by just a little bit.  I hope they pass that petition concerning all men with 2 years service (at least I have 26 months).

            Yesterday, I got a jeep (my day off) and went over to F.A.T.C. and picked up two of my buddies.  We went driving all over Kunming, and then went swimming at a lake about 35 miles from here.  These fellows are in the same boat with me insofar as points go—one has 54 and the other has 52 (so that’s a little consolation).  One’s name is Johnny Kuezkir (from Perth Amboy, N.J.) and the other is Joe Graf (from Kansas).  They both swell fellows, and we’ve been together all the way from Camp Gruber, Oklahoma.

            By the way folks, did you know that our A Battery (back in Burma) was a 65% casualty outfit during that march in Burma.  This was due to disease and dysentery (also wounded).  I guess I was one of those lucky 35%.  Joe Graf didn’t go on the march with us, for he went to the hospital just before we left Camp Landis.  He had scrub typhus, and almost died with it (that’s the dreaded disease, which kills about 1 out of every ten who get it.  John Kuezkir was with me all along the march. He was in the detail section (radio operator) and when we were in combat, he was up at the forward observation post a good bit of the time (that’s up with the Inf. as an artillery observer).  He’s 24 years old, and is engaged to a girl in Westfield.  Joe Graf was a farmer (before the army).  He’s a huge fellow—built stronger than Muelehauser (?), and with a wonderful personality.  He’s 22 years old and still single.  I intent to bring these fellows home sometime.  The other fellows I told you about before (Leeper, Bahr and Bushway) have gone to Shanghai with a quartermaster truck battalion.

            Dad, how are the football games going this year?? I do hope we’ll have a good season.  What do you think about our chances for a championship this year?

            Mommie, I wonder if you could send me a few T shirts (white).  They’d be ideal for the type of weather down here.     

            Well, I’ll close for now—be good and write again soon.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

P.S.  Hi Lucy—How’s my cute little sister these days???

Joe Graf at Camp Landis B

Photograph of Joe Graf taken in Burma 

                                                                   Wednesday, Oct 3rd, Kunming, China

Dearest Folks,

            Well, I’m still working busily at my work—but hope that maybe someday soon I’ll be stopping.  You see, I now have 60 points—we received two battle stars for China, thus giving me 10 extra points.  One of the stars is for the offensive of China and the other is for the defenses of China.  It’s true we didn’t earn them (like the two for Burma), but I’ll take anything if it’ll mean I’ll get home sooner.  The points are supposed to be lowered to 60 November 1st, so I hope I’ll be able to get in on that.  I can hardly believe that I have 60 points now.

            By the way, we’re having quite a hot time around here now.  It seems that the Communists and Free China are starting a revolution between themselves, and we’re right in the midst of it.  At 5 o’clock this morning, Chinese troops started pouring into Kunming and without warning started shooting machine guns and everything.  They say the bullets were ricocheting all over the town.  All American personnel have been taken out of Kunming, and the town declared “off-limits”.  They’ve got 60 transport planes at the airport—in case we have to be evacuated in a hurry.  I was out on a detail this afternoon, and they have all American guards along the road to stop any Chinese troops from trying to take over our supplies and warehouses.  At the entrance to our camp there is a machine gun set up.  Boy, what a mess this China is.  You’d think they could manage to stop fighting after the Japs were defeated, but no, they have to fight among themselves.  There were several G.I.’s wounded by stray bullets.

            Folks, please cancel those Christmas packages, for I don’t know anything about how long I’ll be here. 

            Well, take care of yourselves, dear folks, and please write soon.

                                                                                    Lovingly,

                                                                                    Georgie

 

                                                                                    Sunday, Oct 14th

Dearest Folks,

            Well, my birthday has come and gone, and I’ve got to admit I don’t even feel that year older yet. 

            I’m sorry I haven’t been writing like I should, but they’re really keeping us rather busy here these days.  I won’t be writing much to you folks from now on, unless I hear some new developments insofar as to when I’ll be coming home.

            As I told you before, I have 60 points, and they are going to lower the discharge score to 60 the 1st of November, so I expect I’ll be starting home sometime before the middle of November.  That doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll be home for Christmas, for there is quite a jam-up in Calcutta and Karachi—the boats aren’t coming in fast enough to clear all the men out quickly.  However, I’m hoping and praying that I’ll make it for Christmas.  If I don’t get home in time for it, please set a place for me at the table and eat a big turkey dinner for me.  Anyway, I should at least be home by January.

            Gee, I can hardly believe that I’ll at last be getting out of the army soon.  It seems that I’ve been in almost a lifetime—but here is has only been 2 ½ years.

            There have been a lot of fellows here signing up to stay in the army.  That’s one thing I’d never do, even if I had to go penniless the rest of my life.  In the army, you never have your own mind—someone is always telling you what to do, when to do it, and how to do it.  Maybe it’s a good thing, though, for it really teaches one discipline, and would help a lot of young kids who have been pampered all their life—that’s one reason why I’m in favor of this conscription for young fellows.  One nice thing, I don’t have one black mark on my army record.  I don’t have any court-martials, and I’ve been a good boy, even though I only made corporal.

            Well, dear folks, I’ll close for now—for it’s getting late—here’s hoping I’ll see you all for Christmas, or at least some time soon after!!

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    George

P.S. Please don’t send me any packages, etc.

 

 

                                                                                    Sunday, Nov. 11th, Kalaikunda, India

Dearest Folks,

            I guess I might as well write and tell you the reason for my not writing before.

            Well, about October 25th I was put into a unit to go home, since I had 60 points.  We flew from China October 28th, and landed here at Kalaikunda, India.  This is a place about 90 miles from Calcutta.  There are approximately 4000 men (all in units) in this camp (all waiting for boat transportation to the States.  Well, as you see, I’ve been here exactly two weeks, and we still haven’t got out.  The officers in our units said that starting the 12th  (tomorrow) the men would be moving out of here at the rate of 600 a day—and would take a train to Calcutta, and get right on the boat.  However, that has been changed now, for they had to send some of the boats (intended for us) to Shanghai to evacuate all American personnel from there.  You see, the Chinese Communist Army is having clashes with Chiang Kai-shek’s forces again.  They have 8000 troops in the vicinity of Shanghai—ready to start trouble any time now.

            There seems to have been quite a squabble between the two parties over all the American equipment, which was turned over to Kai-shek’s Army after Japan surrendered.  The Communists claim that they should be given a good share of this equipment—so there they are, fighting again.   The Communist leader even made the statement that he was prepared to wage a 10-year war to make good his demands.  My, what a country China is!

            Well folks, I’m still praying that I’ll make it home for Christmas, but I rather doubt it now.

            I’ll close for now—I do hope I’ll see you all around Christmas.

                                                                                    Your loving son,

                                                                                    Georgie

Editor's Note:  This was George's last letter home.  The next two were written to him by his parents, and he apparently kept them on the trip home.

                                                                                    November 28, 1945

Dear Georgie:

            We hope you are on your way home, but in case you are not you might not be getting any mail.  So we thought we would write a few lines to you.  We saw in the papers that a troopship was due on Wednesday and that it would be the last one to arrive before Christmas.  We hope they are wrong, and that you will get back very soon if not in time for Christmas, at least soon after.

            We are leaving tomorrow morning about 7:30 A.M. for the Teacher’s Conventon in Atlantic City.   Mr. and Mrs. Buffington are driving with us, and we will return Sunday afternoon.  Lucille is going to spend one night at Aunt Kate’s, and one night at Ann Miller’s house (she is now Mrs.) while we are gone.

            Daddy had our Pastor Rev. Jones as his guest at Lions Club Luncheon, last Tuesday.  He made quite a hit with the Lions, and Daddy received quite a few compliments for bringing him.

            This is quite a busy place these days.  So many things are coming, such as the Football Banquet on Tuesday and Senior Play Friday and Saturday.

            I hope you are allright son darling.  I know you are just as anxious to get home as we are to welcome you home.  I guess all we can do is to trust in God, that you will reach here safely.

            Good luck and God’s blessings be with you , so that you will come back safely.

                                                            With Love and loads of kisses as always,

                                                            Your Mommie

 

Dear George:

            Just a few lines tonight as I am retiring early—because tomorrow Mother and I drive to Atlantic City to a Teachers Convention.  Mr. and Mrs. Buffington are going with us.  I am afraid this letter will not reach you and maybe it will.  Nevertheless we are taking a chance.  I keep reading the ships that are arriving from Calcutta and Karachi, but not so many in New Jersey.

            We won the Montclair game 13 to 0.  Next Tuesday, the State Athletic Association meets to determine the ratings of the school.  I believe we will be rated Co, Champions with Newark East Side.

                                                            Best of luck, as ever,        

                                                           Dad


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