Aug 28, 1941

Thursday Aug. 28, 1941

3:30 P.M.

Mary Rose dear:

Sure, maneuvers Are fun.  We spent all morning leisurely cleaning equipment and now in am reclining in my hammock, which is thoroughly enclosed by a mosquito net.  Really the nuts!

This is our third week away from Camp Forrest and to be perfectly frank I don't miss it a bit.  Of course you must sleep out in the night air and miss the comforts of daily showers and clean clothes.  Nevertheless, we have seen real country and the people down here go bats over the cavalry.   One very nice middle aged woman even went so far as to bake a cake for three of us one day while we were out on patrol.  Watermelon- I've had more of it these last two weeks than all other years put together.

It seems as though the whole office force is really absent.  I saw Sanders picture in the paper the other day indicating that his outfit had gone to camp.

After a day and a half of interruptions I'm back to your letter and it is now Saturday morning August 30th.  Boy, how the time does pass or doesn't the same hold true in your life of leisure.

Tonight or tomorrow morning we leave for El Dorado, Ark. which is about 100 miles East of this location, Hope, Ark.  We are just about 40 miles from Texarkana, U.S.A. And if I get the opportunity I want to visit the lone star state.  Chances are that we may visit Texas but after getting this close I don't like to miss it.  

As yet I haven't been able to write Don and am wondering how near he is to induction.  Are any of the other fellows getting close to Uncle Sam? 

It's just about time for noon mess so I'd better get this in the mail before I get tangled up again.  

Bye, Bye, and write soon.

As Ever

Stan

P.S. Say "hello" to everyone.