Camp Forrest, Tenn.
March 18, 1941
Dear Mary Rose:
It is now 4:45 A.M. and as usual since induction I'm once again on guard duty. Since our arrival at camp we've had very little time to write letters and even though this is an uncanny hour to do so here 'tis.
Most of the fellows found it difficult to leave Cincinnati and I was no exception. We had a very pleasant trip and because the boys were feeling low, a very quiet one.
Upon descending from the train on arrival here the first thing to greet our eyes was MUD. The whole camp was just a mud hole and of course our first impression was far from being a good one. However upon awakening Monday morning we found the temperature had dropped about 30 degrees, that is about 23 degrees above zero and the ground is of course very solid at this time.
The sleeping quarters are very fine and indeed much better than anticipated. We've been straightening out the barracks and clearing the premises about them the past two days.
Walt, Ash and Hummy are very well and are overworked and underpaid as expected (I might exclude Corpral Gray from this class)
Suppose you write by return mail and let me know how everything is in dear old Cincy.
By the way, I wonder if you have a picture of yourself that you would be kind enough to send to me. Take the one out of the basement and brush the cobwebs from it if you please. In all seriousness it would be greatly appreciated but by the same token don't make a special effort to get one. If you haven't got an excess one forget it. Thank you kindly for your consideration.
I had better try to get some sleep at this point since I have to go back to my post at 8:00 A.M.
So long- and I'll be waiting for your reply.
As Ever,
Stan
P.S. How's the cough?
My address is:
Pvt. Stanley A. Sullivan
107th Cavalry Reg't
Troop C
Camp Forrest, Tenn
envelope:
Miss Mary Rose Bertke
820 Suire Ave
Cincinnati, Ohio
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Cincinnati, Ohio March 19, 1941
Dear Stan,
Hello, and how are you? Uh, Uh- You don't like guard duty- Too bad. Why don't you put your foot down and declare your rights. I, of course, will not guarantee the results.
Please tell Walt, Ash, and Hummy who are well, over-worked, and underpaid "Hello" and not to feel bad about it- just remember the old saying- Another day, Another dollar, A million days, A million dollars.
There are lots of things happening here, such as- The ceiling of the office started falling down the other day and all right above Fred Ruth's desk. He certainly had a swell talk on what he would have sued for if he had been at his deskand if he had been hit by the falling debris. Oh well. it was funny when it happened. Guess who is back in the hospital again- Right but just to have his tonsils out so everything is fine. Mary Donovan was in today and looks swell.
Well now lets see- I have a picture when I was three and gruesome, at six minus my teeth, at twelve when I couldn't decide what to do, at eighteen when the photographer was against me and one taken about a month ago. Now take your choice and tell me which one. I never threaten people.
What do you do all day? Drill, ride, eat, sleep, talk, laugh, growl or what. Will you have a horse of your own or just a horse to share. I'm glad your barracks are more than just nice although I don't suppose you will get much real use out of them if this guard duty business continues. What is a little mud anyhow. I'll send you some grass seed and when the grass grows the mud will be gone so another unpleasant factor removed. Of course you could keep that freezing weather but I doubt if that is agreeable with you.
Time for a bit of sleep now as I have to be up at seven ready for work and since I have done my share of questioning I'll await your reply full of answers.
Sincerely,
Mary Rose
P.S. My cough is fine. Practically disapeared.
Envelope:
Pnt (?) Stanley A. Sullivan
107th Cavalry Regt
Troop C
Camp Forrest, Tenn.
back:
820 Suire Ave.
Cincinnati, Ohio
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