Dear Stan,
Hello again, yes, I arrived safe- sound and sane I think. I spent three hours sleeping on the train and the rest of the time I wasted. Of course on the bus I struck up a few acquaintances but our conversations consisted mostly of grunts on their part sparingly salted with monosyllables from me.
Ho-hum and wonderful day I feel lazy as lazy can be. Stan where is this letter reaching you- guardhouse or are you a free man. I doubt it or did you find your papers. You know I don't know when you will get this letter because the mail service out of here is terrific but as soon as I finish I'll run it down to the hotel where it will probably lay for days. Pessimistic aren't I. If you don't answer before next Monday address the letter to Cincinnati, otherwise I will never receive it.
Fishy, fishy is the brook now I catch him on the hook- the fish. Mother and Dad caught fifty, yes fifty fish last night. Is it lawful. If you hear anything about my looking slightly fishy (ha ha get it) don't pay any attention it will only be from eating too many fish. This is just a fish story but a true one.
Excitement, excitement I was practically a first class witness to an A-1 murder but the cops arrived and ruined everything. It seemed some n*****r lady was going to crown her brother because he swiped her dough while her back was turned. This clubbing scene all took place at the Toledo bus station from whence he was making his getaway via bus. I'll bet nothing like that happened on your trip, or did it- tell me.
Can you sail a boat, me neither but I'm going out shortly and try. I'll probably end up on the wrong side of the boat but as I always say- what's the difference- wrong or right side.
Of course I am addicted to sending you paper clippings but I'll bet you never dreamed it ran in the family. My cousin cut out an article told me to read it and after I have done this I will send it on to you. Maybe.
Aw golly it was fun this past week and a day I only wish it could have been longer. Dancing, dreaming, talking, swimming, pingponging- all every bit of it was fun, fun, fun. I saved all this till last because then I can just start thinking and re-dreaming it- then I will have two weeks of fun on one week. So for now it is "Goodbye" pleasant trip to Arkansas and write me soon. Suppose you were here- golly I would like that.
Sincerely,
Mary Rose
Sunday Aug. 11, 1941
Dear Mary Rose:
Greetings from that sun struck spot of the solid south, Camp Forrest, Tenn. A place where a guy sits and waits for the days to roll by and hopes that someone will start a rumor refering to a ten day furlough. Yes, Yes. Good old army life, where men are men and boys are boys and glad of it. Wouldn't you like to be masculine and have the opportunity to serve two and one half years for your country. So much for the same old story.
Say just two minutes ago I decided to have a brand new horse. I was riding this new job all day and yesterday. I'm torn between Cincy and this new animal, but after much consideration, decided to take a chance and be mother to a horse that doesn't know what a rein is or where his next step is coming from. But boy does he have smooth gaits and does he look sharp. -- Wow- there I go judging by looks again.
We leave Wednesday morning for Arkansas and I'm one guy who gets anxious to get away from this place for a short time. My address until September 1st will be: Troop C 107th Cavalry (H-MECZ) A. P.O. 307, Camp Robinson, Ark.
You are no doubt having the time of your life and I really envy you. Just think you have 24 hours each day to do with as you please. My, my, you'll be brown as a berry and in tip top shape.
Sgt. Gray is in charge of getting everyone to bed this evening and is pestering me to turn out the light. So I must and that's that.
Your letter will be received while on maneuvers no doubt and it will mean more than ever because everyone is expecting a tough time.
Goodnight and a little dreaming will help me a great deal. 'Til reveille then, pleasant dreams.
As Ever,
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