In reply to your letter of May 27, 1942, have entered change of address in our files. We thank you. I have referred your complaint as to the lax mail service you have been receiving to our Mailing Department, who in turn referred it to our Transportation Department, who not being able to locate the source of the trouble contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigation, one of our subsidiaries.

I've three free hours now 'till we're due to pull out on another division problem which is going to be just some rugged. It's now 9:00 pm and we leave at 12:15 tonight so I think I'll stay up 'till then. We'll probably drive for three or four hrs. — without lights — and then set up camp somewhere out in the woods, grab a couple hours sleep if we're lucky, and then take off again.

'Just got back from a swell show over at the post theater. The picture was "Shores of Tripoli" and it was a little bit of alright. Have you seen it? Just some Marines and some sweet chicken!

'Had a rugged week on K.P. last week but am hoping it will be my last week but am hoping it will be my last (I'm rapping on wood). An order came out Saturday that from now on Technicians don't have to pull it — and I guess you know that's going to be a little bit of allright one time).

'Was dead tired when I hit my bunk last night but it was nearly an hour later before I fell asleep for thinking of you, and the fun we had while I was home, of the things we did, and the things we left undone. Sweetheart you were wonderful and I'll never be able to find the words to tell you how perfectly swell it was to be with you again.

I just got back to the tent from the kitchen — one more day of K.P. finished with only three more to go. Boy and they're really long days — from 6:00 in the morning 'till 9:00 at night. We've got 6 K.P.s to do all the dishes, set the tables, peel the spuds, etc. for nearly 200 men. Right now I look a mess, need a shave, shower & shampoo, and feel pretty lousy in general.

One more night here at Fitzsimons, and school, Denver, and the Rocky Mts. will be a thing of the past. We had our final exams last Saturday and what with the cramming piled on to the regular work last week was pretty rough. I came though with a lot better grade than I had figured on though (Got a 96 ave.), so we went into Denver Saturday night to celebrate it — and once again I'm on the wagon for life.

I got your letter yesterday out here at our temporary (?) parking place and the middle of a swamp “somewhere in Louisiana”—and tho I wanted to answer it immediately I didn’t get the chance to write till now. When I saw your handwriting on the envelope yesterday I was more than a little hesitant about opening it, for I fully expected to find a brief note telling me what a heel I was an

Dear Bud, Am just waiting around for a new bunch of selectees to show up—. They are due in camp about 3:00 o’clock. Our company is being assigned about 75 of ‘em and what a time we’re going to have. The life down here isn’t so bad though, because we are permitted to lie around in bed every morning until 5:00 o’clock.

Got both your letters this past week, one on Monday and the other, day before yesterday, on Friday. Hon’, you must be psychic. Monday morning it poured cats, dogs, and little fishes; and Monday morning Pvt. L. Winsauer was put in charge of a detail which was to remove three G.D. tremendous tree stumps from the middle of our drill field.

Up to the time I got your last letter I was under the impression that you were going to be here this week instead of next—probably because you had written me before you knew you were coming South that your vacation was to be from the 14th to the 24th. What happened? Did you get an extension?

Wanted to get this letter in the mail by yesterday morning, but I haven’t had a minute’s time to write until now. Thursday night there was a practice blackout; last night the whole battalion had to listen to Sec. Stinson’s speech then watch a compulsory training movie; and this morning we had our weekly inspection—so no letter writing.