Didn't get a letter from you today; but maybe I shouldn't expect one every day. You're probably beginning to wonder why you aren't getting one too by this time. Got 2nd letter yesterday from Eileen Biebee. She's sure a nice person. Her letter was slightly nonsensical - purposely of course; but she said among other things: "The 'acting director' is 2 of a kind with his case worker. They talk alike, act alike, and are of the same stature. Isn't that lovely? They ought to get along beautifully together." There's friction between the offices. Your letter was swell. You sounded a little "blue" though. Imagine you're quite lonely, as am I much of the time. This job is tough. Another thing is sometimes I have colored troops under me, and they're so inbornedly lazy, it pains me. I don't mind them much though - because I'm getting so I speak with authority. You ought to hear me give commands. You'll probably say that's "natural to me"! The battalion at present is made up of Co. A and Co. B (the B's being colored troops) and they're planning a Co. C. Because of a shortage as yet of rated men, some of us have to spend some time with the colored troops (but we sleep in Co. A barracks). By the way, I paid Art Noxon $3.00 for that book the day I left Logan. So see that I get the book, if you don't already have it. The old codger thought $3.00 was a pretty good offer after all. You should see all the movies you can. I hope I can see that D. Durbin show you sent me a clipping about. They have an occasional stage-play in camp here (at the R.C.), of short duration and of amateur talent - but it's often quite amusing. (It seems a soldier gets a big bang out of anything.) Looks like I get C.Q. (change of quarters) Sunday (from 4:00P.M. Sunday to 4:00P.M. Monday). Don't know much about it myself yet. Some of the rated men at the R.C. (Reception Center) think my rising to corporal was phenomenal. They tell one another the story about the guy on K.P. one day at the non-com officers mess, and the same guy eating there the next day as a corporal. Of course, it's just possible I could get shuffled out in favor of men with more service - but don't worry, I don't really fear it much. Do I salute the officers! Have a touch of cold this evening. Hope it doesn't get worse. My face is slightly flushed. But I'll try get a little more sleep maybe tonight. Do I hate the bugler. Got up before light this morning and marched almost a mile to mess in the rain - and back in the rain. Eileen keeps asking me if I've murdered the bugler yet. Had class tonight at the R.C. By the way, this R.C. is literally packed (maybe even 1000's) and they're coming in and going out in handfuls (or 100's). Here's the arrangement of the R.C., our S.T.U., and the Fort (picture drawn in letter). It's a mammoth place. By the way, I wrote Gus yesterday, but about her attitude? What did she say? Sounded by your letter that her feelings were hurt and she was resentful. Give details. Note enclosed weight reading. This is with sun-tan uniform and heavy shoes on (I imagine the clothes and shoes weight about 5 lbs). I weighed 145 (naked) on the day I was inducted at Fort Crook, Neb. I'll try and get home to see you the first chance I get. I'll need a 3-day pass for that. Probably be over the week-end; I don't know if I can make it or not the coming weekend after this (They're so many improbables in this Army). How's the face healing? All my love. And how's the baby? Love, M.W.J.
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