Oct. 27, 1950
Dear Mom & Dad;
I have finally found time to write. I have been working steady for 2 days. We scrubed down the floor from 6:30 P.M. to 11:30 P.M. last nite. Then they made up at 4:30 A.M. and we worked like the devil today. I got into the hardest job in the army. Ration Breakdown in Supply. I hauled 80 sacks potatoes, two times, Sugar, 50# meat Pks, 160 cases (24 pks) milk, countless other things. Just when I started to rest tonite and write you a letter we had to fall out and go for a 2 mile hike. I’m going to get a transfer to trucks, Infintry, or anything. The more I worked the louder they yelled. I also swept the warehouse 4 times when I was supposed to have a break.
It rained last nite. The sand is terrible. Yesterday the wind blew so hard, I had to back into it. I’ve got sand in my eyes, ears, and everything. The Californians claim the state line ends at Camp Cooke.
I don’t care if you just send some news paper clippings. I want some letters. They are the only thing I have to look forward to, and I really enjoy them. I was glad to hear from dad to.
Jerry Savary wrote me a nice letter. Also Mrs. Beam sent one.
I have just been informed I have to help scrubb some more floors so I will close until then;
P.S. I’m sure disgusted. send some good news.