THE ORDNANCE TRAINING CENTER
ABERDEEN PROVING GROUNDS
May 31, 1942
Dear Dad: –
Although it was hotter by 10° or 15° in Venezuela, I don’t think that I was ever more uncomfortable due to high humidity.Regardless of how little energy I use, even just using my brain, I perspire. It really is HOT.
Yesterday, according to custom, we all here in Aberdeen had a review. We went out on the Parade Grounds in our best uniforms, cartridge belts and Rifles at 11:30 and were there until a few minutes after 1:00. It was hot out there too and quite a number of the fellows passed out under the strain of standing at attention. However, I was not affected in the least. (I just refilled my pen.)
As luck would have it, our quarantine was called off early, and half of our Co. was allowed to leave camp. I was o
ne of those given a pass but I had a detail, night, at that, good old K.P. and could not use it. The next time passes are issued I’ll have a preference because I turned mine over to one of the other fellows. But it will not be this coming week since Co. B. is apparently going on to guard duty, and there will be no passes issued. The weekend of the 14th, if we do not go out on a bivouac, I’ll have a chance to come home, and will arrive in Bridgeport at the same time Dan did, since it will be the same train he took, I think. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 10:30 PM. However, I cannot know definitely until 4:30 on the afternoon of the day I come home so I cannot give you any further definite information. If I call you at Trumbull you will know I made it. If I don’t, you could be sure I didn’t make the pass. That’s rather a cruel way of putting it, but it’s the best I can do. We have been asked to write home frequently by the 1st Corps Area, but then they put so many restrictions on what we can say about interesting things that I have very little I can write about.
As long as information is only general it is OK to mention it. For example – I can tell you that Camp Rodman here is rather a nice place and is nicely situated as far as terrain is concerned, but I cannot give any definite information, like the number of men here or the size of the camp or how many rounds of ammunition we use for rifle practice or the number of rounds we carry on guard duty, etc.
But anyhow, I’ll answer, to the best of my ability, any questions you care to ask.
Well, Dad, if luck holds out, I may see you on the second weekend in June. If not then – “quien sabe”.
I’ll post more Special Pictures on Saturday and Sunday.
Next week I’ll be posting letters written at the beginning of 1945. Both Lad and Dan are in France, Dan north of Paris and Lad, near the Mediterranean. Ced remains in Alaska working at Woodley Airfield as a Bush Pilot and airplane mechanic. Dick is in Brazil. Dave is in Okinawa. Both Dick’s wife, Jean, and Lad’s wife, Marian, (my Mom) are living in Trumbull with Grandpa and Aunt Betty.