Trumbull, Conn., February 4, 1945
You rate a letter all by yourself this week (We’ll let the other boys listen in as usual, of course), not because of any superabundance of letters we have received from you this week – – as a matter of fact we have heard only from you indirectly – – but because of the significance of a letter received last Monday from your buddy, Corp. B. A. Arnold. But first I must give you the home setting of the “blue Monday” against which it was received. In the first place I had a cold and was not feeling any too hot anyway. Then my electric razor got contrary and refused to work. Upon coming downstairs I found Aunt Betty hovering around the stove which she informed me had gone out. I glanced at the clock as I had several stops to make on the way down and wanted to get an early start. The clock had stopped. The house seemed unusually cold so I thought I had better glance at the furnace. That was out. After getting these three pieces of apparatus going again I noticed on the way out that thawing snow had made the roof in the laundry leak and made a mess of the laundry floor. I fully expected to find a flat tire on my car but it was only slow in starting. Arriving at the post office I found the letter above referred to:
“Dear Sir: Your son David has asked me to write you and inform you that he has shipped from this camp today (Feb. 25th) on a 48-hour notice. As far as we know this shipment, which included 32 men, is for overseas and probably is headed for Seattle, Washington, port of embarkation. As you know in the Army it is difficult to know, but the rest of this company of 173 men and 15 officers is supposed to follow shortly – – however we are dubious. Dave is in good condition – – had a slight cold but was better and was in fair spirits although he hated to leave this bunch of fellows – – we’ve all been together for a number of months and are fairly close. He left with four other signal center men on a five-man team. He knew two of the other boys well. Dave’s a fine lad and I’ve enjoyed knowing him. Don’t know whether he’s told you anything about me but I’m a 35-year “old man”, former advertising manager of the Emporia Gazette, Emporia, Kansas, and so we had a lot in common. Dave wouldn’t want you to worry about him in any way, Mr. Guion – – he does a good job of taking care of himself and he’s planning big on that post war advertising job. He’s well-liked by all the fellows – – young and old – – and we’re looking forward to seeing him soon. Sincerely, Corp. Bernard C. Arnold. P. S. It’ll probably be a number of days before he can write, so don’t worry.
Jean has just popped her head into my study to say that news has just come over the radio that our boys have taken Manila ! Is that where you’re headed, Dave? Whether or not, it’s quite evident you’ll be serving under a right capable general who has the reputation not only of winning battles but taking mighty good care of his men. I suppose you read that another Bridgeport boy has been making the headlines this week. Lieut. Col. Mucci led the commando raid which rescued some 500 prisoners of war from the Japs near Manila. In fact the news both from Europe and the Pacific area this last week has been surprisingly good.
Tomorrow, I’ll be posting another section of this 3-page letter. This section deals with Grandpa’s thoughts and wisdom he shared with Dave. On Wednesday, the last portion of the letter dealing with the usual Trumbull and family news. Thursday and Friday will be another letter to Grandpa to his correspondents.