World War II Army Adventure (83) – Dear Sir – Letter From Corporal Bernard C Arnold – February 25, 1945

Camp Crowder, Mo.

February 25, 1945

Alfred D. Guion

P. O. Box 7

Trumbull, Conn.

Dear Sir,

Your son David has asked me to write you and inform you that he has shipped from this camp today on a 48-hour notice.  As far as we know, this shipment, which included 32 men, is overseas and probably is headed for Seattle, Wash.,  port of embarkation. As you know, in the Army it is difficult to know, but the rest of this company of 173 man and 15 officers is supposed to follow shortly – however, we are dubious.

Dave is in good condition – had 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 business.  He’s well-liked by all the fellows young and old – and we’re looking forward to seeing him soon.

                                                                           Sincerely,

                                                                                      Cpl. Bernard C. Arnold

P.S. It’ll probably be a number of days before he can write – so don’t worry.

Tomorrow I will begin posting letters written in the late summer of 1944. Lad and Marian are still in California where Lad is teaching Auto and Truck mechanics for h Army. Dan is in France and reportinghome after D-Day, Ced is still in Anchorage Alaska repairing airplanes for the Army and performing duties as a Bush Pilot.  Dick is in Santeliza, Brazil, and acting as a liaison officer between the Army and the Army-employed local workers.  Dave is at Camp Crowder, Missouri, continuing his training before being shipped overseas. 

Judy Guion 

World War II Army Adventure (69) – The Complete Story – October 19, 1944

DPG - Dave in uniform

David Peabody Guion

October 19, 1944

Dear Folks –

I guess it’s about time I told you the complete story here.  I don’t remember now what I told you and what I haven’t – but this is it anyway.

First of all this is a 40-man team.  There are five Sig. Cen. (Signal Center) Chiefs, five officers, sixteen clerks, and the rest make up the Crypt (Cryptography) section.

Most of the fellows who are on the team are the ones I went to Sig. Cen.  School with – Peck, Marlowe, Arnold, Hensley, Rundle – and more.  Then there are more fellows who I got to know after I got here – Anderson, Schwebel, Maher – and more.  You’ll probably hear a lot about these fellows from now on.  Hensley is about 30 yrs. old – used to travel with one of these western road shows.  He’s a great talker and a swell guy.  Arnold is a former advertising man – he’s got a good head on him – and he’s a good egg. Peck is a good-old Conn. man and pretty nice guy.  Hensley and Arnold, although they are both almost old enough to be my father are probably my best buddies.

I truthfully can’t think of a better bunch of guys to go across with.  And the size of the team makes it sound awfully good.  There are rumors that we’ll have just two more weekends in Crowder – but who knows.  I want you to know that my morale at present is higher than it’s been at any time since I was home last June.  I’m really pepped up over the situation.

There is plenty of chance for advancement – in fact my name – along with some others – is right now up at Bn. Hq. (Battalion Headquarters) for a possible T/5 rating.  I think the next time I write it will be as a Cpl. – but as it isn’t offered yet – I’d like to have you keep it a secret until you hear from me again.  If I get a T/5 I’ll start bucking for a T/4.  There are four T/4 ratings open – which will go to any of us who get the T/5’s.  Lt. Greenberger, who is the C.O. of the team, seems to be satisfied with me and told me that there was plenty of room for advancement.  He also mentioned Crypt.  – And asked me if I thought I’d like it.  Maybe I’ll be a Crypt. Tech. yet.

On my three-day pass – after I left Ft. Smith, I went to Fayetteville as planned – but – I ran into a little Arkansas lass – and this wasn’t planned.  Last weekend I went down to see her again – she’s really pretty nice and makes good company.  Nothing serious in all this of course – but it gives me something to do with my off time.  I think I’ll go down there again this weekend and then next weekend I’ll try to make connections with Paul (Dave might be referring to Paul Warden, the husband and father of Katherine Warden and her two children, who are renting the apartment at the Trumbull House).

Well – until you hear again –

Love –

Dave

P.S. Lorene Ennis is name of the Fayetteville girl.  I told Eleanor all about her.

Tomorrow I will begin posting two letter written at the end of May.  The first is a letter to lad from the owner of Trumbull Coach Lines, Inc., Lad’s former boss. the second is a four-page letter from Grandpa.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (65) – Happy Birthday, Dave – September 29, 1944

This is a birthday card sent to Dave from his girlfriend Eleanor, known as El to friends.  She signs it “Your dollink”.

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow, 

Judy Guion

 

 

World War II Army Adventure (64) – Dear Son – A Birthday Letter – September 27, 1944

Grandpa was in the habit of writing a special “Birthday Letter” to each of his sons who were far from home.  This one goes out to Dave at Camp Crowder, Missouri, where Dave has been stationed for advanced training before going overseas.

 

            Alfred Duryee Guion, (Grandpa)

 

Sept. 27, 1944

Dear Son:

This, obviously, is a birthday greeting letter from an admiring father to his youngest son.  It will have to be pretty good to come within striking distance of the one I recently received on my birthday from my youngest son.

This, to the best of my recollection, is the first birthday you will have spent away from the old home and family and to that extent it marks the end of one phase of your life and the beginning of a new and broader one – – a period still of growth, to be sure, but one in which the piloting will be done by you rather than the guiding hand of the parent.  In the background, as you know, there will still always be the readiness to help when the going is hard and while you know all you need do is reach out for it when needed, you will still be largely on your own.

And that leads me to make certain observations in reviewing the past.  So frequently we fail to let the other fellow know just how much we think of him – – how really important a place he fills.  This can best be measured by asking how difficult would it be to get along without him.  By this test you rate “tops” with me, and the day can’t come too soon when I can shift some of the problems and business worries on younger shoulders.  For the last months I’ve certainly missed you.

Did you ever stop to think that you are peculiarly my boy? (and I’m proud of it) The other youngsters, in measure according to age, had the privilege of being molded and guided by an unusual Mother’s inspiring character and influence, whereas you were too young to really have felt this benefit.  “Home” as you knew it, was minus the mainspring, it is one of those “lacks” that can never be measured.  Yet if Mother were here today on your 19th birthday I know she, too, would be proud of you, which naturally pleases me, because I promised her (and it wasn’t an FDR promise) that I would try to keep the home fires burning and bring up her children and mine so that, in passing the torch of life down through the generations to come, the flame would burn bright.  And that promise, more of a responsibility in your case than in the others, is nearing a happy fulfillment.  The small failings and habits you have (procrastination, management of money, etc.) are offset by so much that is good, that the complete picture makes me a proud and happy father.  (And even these small weaknesses I am hopeful, you will overcome as experience shows you their pitfalls.)

Feeling as I do, I would like to have you go to your P.X. & select the kind of watch you want,  letting me know the cost.  For the rough wear it will probably get in the Army I should think a sturdy rather than a more expensive “gentleman” model would be preferable, but that’s up to you.

We’ll all miss you this week-and when ordinarily we would be celebrating the event, but our thoughts and love will be yours just the same.

And now, to close on an appropriate note, suppose you procure a Bible somewhere, & turn to the 17th Chapter of St. Matthew, verse 5.

Love, Dad

Tomorrow I will be posting a Birthday card from Dave’s girlfriend, El (Eleanor Kintop).

Judy Guion 

 

World War II Army Adventure (62) – Here’s The Latest News – September 25, 1944

Dave does his best to keep the home folks aware of what is going on in his life in Uncle Sam’s Army, especially since he does not always know.

Field House and Sports Arena, Camp Crowder, Missouri

 

Sept. 25, 1944

Dear Dad-

I promised I’d let you know as things progressed so here’s the latest.  Saturday night, just before we went to get our weekend passes, we (all the Sig. Cen. Clerks) (Signal Center Clerks) were told to go over and report immediately to the C.O. He told us all that we would probably remain in this Company for 6 weeks of Team Training.  He said we would start our Team Training when our officers got here.  Now here’s the story as I get it.  We’ll be on what they call Company Duty (pulling details and attending classes as time killers) until our officers arrive (from where I don’t know).  Anyway – when they arrive we’ll start Team Training with them.  We’ll train here for 6 weeks and then we’ll go to a Port of Mobilization to join a unit which will train their for 3 more weeks.  Then we’ll move to a P.O.E. (Point of Embarkation or Port of Embarkation) and take our boat ride.  The officers we are waiting for now will probably be going overseas with us – so they’ll very likely be pretty good Joe’s.

The general opinion seems to be that the new officers won’t show up for a week or two – and if that’s the case, we’ll be leaving Crowder sometime around the beginning of November.  Then will probably have another month at a P.O.M. (Port of Mobilization, as Dave states earlier or perhaps another military acronym – Preparation for Overseas Movement or Pre-Overseas Movement – or Preparation for Overseas Movement – ‘all military meanings of the acronym P.O.M. – but the point is clear) – which will mean that we’ll be leaving the country sometime in December.  My 6 months (furlough every six months – figuratively speaking!) won’t be up until the 17th of December.  This means that unless they’ll give us delays-en-route between the time we leave Crowder and the time we go to our P.O.M. I won’t get home again ’til I come home for good.  That’s the way things look now.  But that’s peering too far ahead for Army life.  You can’t be really sure what’s going to happen from one minute to the next so as usual we’ll just have to sit tight – make no calculations or plans – and see what happened.

After reading your quotations from Ced’s letter – it occurred to me that right along I’ve been taking your weekly letters for granted – Never realizing how much they’d be missed if even one week should go by without at least a note.  Every time someone writes they take it for granted that I – and I suppose everyone else – already knows all the news.  So, without you were “News Events of the Week) – written in your pleasant “Oh, Alfred, how do you do it?”  Style – we’d never know anything about the old home town.  I for one – want to feel at home when I get there so I don’t want every change to be new and foreign when I get there.

I’m afraid a little home-sickness has crept into my letters of late.  So I hereby confess – but not without an explanation.  We’ve had nothing to keep us on the go for the last three weeks.  At first it was all right – but it gave me too much time to think.  Maybe if they keep us busy from now on – I’ll be okay again.

Well – guess that’s all for now.

Love,

Dave

Tomorrow, a letter from Jean, Dave’s sister-in-law and wife of Dick, who is stationed at Fortaliza, Brazil. She is living with Grandpa in the Trumbull House while she works and waits for the return of her husband.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (61) Dear Dad – One Hectic Week – September 22, 1944

 

Company Street Scene, Camp Crowder, Missouri

 

Sept. 22, 1944

Dear Dad –

This has been one hectic week.  At this point of the game none of us know a darned thing about what’s going to happen to us.  Monday we got our orders – officially – to move to some company in the 847th Sig. Trng. Bn. (Signal Training Battalion). The847th is just outside of the R.T.C. (Replacement Training Center, where Dave has been for about six months) area. It is composed of many companies, each of which contains men doing a number of things.  The situation is so bawled (Dave’s choice of wording)  up that no one seems to know – or even have any idea – as to what will happen next.  Anyway – Tuesday we shipped over to Co. E – 847th.  There they told us that we may ship out soon – and then again we may stay there until a new organization is activated.  The proposed organization would be the 3152nd Sig. Service Co. This Co. would train together for a period and then join a division and go overseas.  No one knew when or even if the company would be activated and if it were – no one knew how long or what kind of training it would be.  I met Jack Feldman there and he said that there would be a shipment of Sig. Cen. Clerks (Signal Center Clerks) going out soon – when or where – he didn’t know.  So I spent Wednesday and Thursday cleaning up the classrooms after each class.  Then Thursday night (last night) we – that is most of us who had come over to the 847th together and some others besides – were told to pack up our stuff and be ready in one hour to move down to Co. F – 847th.  So we moved here last night.  So far we have received no information as to why we’re here or what regulations we are to adhere to.  You see – every time a new group comes in to a company, the C.O. (Commanding Officer) gives us a little orientation speech so that we know what were supposed to do.  The speech usually includes what kind of training we receive – what formations we’ll have to stand and what uniforms to wear to the formations – when they will have mail call – what passes we will be entitled to – who are various officers and non-coms (Non-Commissioned Officers) are – etc.  But here we’ve heard nothing.  Someone came in last night and told us to fall out at 6:00 this morning for Reveille.  We did.  Then we went to chow and came back to the Bks. Now it’s 9:00 and still no news as to what is going to happen to us.  We’d like to know – but then on the other hand – it gives us a chance to catch up on sleep and letter-writing.  That’s all I can tell you.  As usual – there are plenty of rumors – but what’s the use of repeating them?  They’it’s allre more often than not ill-founded.  I’ll let you know what goes on if and when I find out.

Love,

Dave

P.S. – Just missed a shipment out of B-33 going to New Jersey.  I was pretty disappointed.

World War II Army Adventure (55-2) – Dear Dad – More Explanations – September 3, 1944

This is the second half of a letter begun yesterday from Dave to his father.  He is attempting to answer questions that Grandpa has asked him in previous letters, but ends up following a rabbit trail in his mind back to his childhood in Trumbull.

Dad, I guess you’ve been reading the stories on what a varied supply of necessities the Army K.X. has for its soldiers – but one thing the Army seems to have slipped up on our Jacks for automobiles.  Maybe you should write to your friend Franklin.  Ask him to have some sent to P.X. 8, in Camp Crowder, Mo. tell him it is very urgent because you don’t know how long your son might remain in above mentioned Camp.  Then after he has it sent here I will buy it and send it on to you.  Of course you could just write to him and have him arrange to make some deal with the officials so that he could send one directly to you, but you know Franklin and his boys, they’d much rather make it complicated.  After all, if it took some time to get to you, you may not have any use for it when it gets there, and then you could put it out in the backyard and let it rest.  Then you to could do your part in this way – you could be like a lot of other executives who are helping to win the war by letting a lot of valuable things rocked in their “back yards” – my, aren’t I bitter today?!

And lastly, an explanation of my talking about “virgin blood”.  What do you mean you don’t know how I figure it that way.  Don’t tell me you have any shady ideas about your youngest son, who has had such a sheltered life – having been brought up by a good and wise father – and we mustn’t forget to mention all the other sons who struck their fingers in the pie to help bring up this last of the present generation of Guion’s – Lad, who, although tried to help me with various things and explained very interestingly many things (one of which was a four hour discourse on oil well digging) nevertheless, told me more than once – and I can vividly remember the tone and inflections of his voice – “don’t do that, David!”  Then there was Dan – he tried SO hard to get little Davey to go swimming, spending many hours with me at Ye Olde Swimming Holes – he who tried to get me outside to get some tan on my back – also to try to get me to play tennis (in this last attempt he succeeded – a little anyway) – one other thing.  He also spent a summer yelling ” Hefalump” to me – our own secret code word meaning – “You look like hell – straighten out your shoulders”. then there was Ced who insisted that I stop palling around with the boys who were my friends.  – Ced, who very quietly made me feel like less than nothing when he found out I had been  “borrowing”from his collection of pennies.  This, by the way, is something that up till now, as far as I know, has been a secret between Ced, Dick and myself.  I hope, Dad, that you and all the rest don’t think too harshly of me.  I learned my lesson OH SO WELL from Ced – although I don’t remember now just how he cured me.  Then there was Bissie – the most vivid thing in my mind as to her part in bringing me up was the day I was raising a little hell around the house while she was trying to clean it up.  “Do you want me to spank you!?– there’s another sentence that I can still remember well – but why shouldn’t I – I hear her use it all the time now – when I’m home – on her too cute little muchachos.  Anyway my answer – seeing as how she was a girl and couldn’t run as fast as I – was “yes”.  They’re off!I tore out of that old house of hours and around to the lawn over by the screened porch where, as I remember, fear and exhaustion overcame me and I went down pleadings so that she would feel sorry for me and not spank me.  But alas – I didn’t know enough about human nature, I guess – four there, out on my own front lawn insight of the street – my own sister BEAT me! oh, the shame of it all!! of course I MAY have had it coming to me! then there was Dick, I could write twenty pages on the way Dick helped to bring me up by hardening me to the mean people in this world.  The idea was a good one – but I didn’t like his system of teaching.  I guess he believed in the “experience in the best teacher” theory.  Anyway, he led a happy teen-age life teasing the pants off of his kid brother.  Come to think of it – I think we should mention here my good cousin Donald Stanley, who, when with Dick, really did a bang-up job of making both Gweneth and I enjoy their visits.  Thinking back on it now – it was probably the best part of my life so far – but at the time I didn’t think I did anything from the time Dick and Don got together – but cry, because they were picking on me.  Of course the prize experience was the nights that has been so often mentioned at the dinner table in later years – the night we were all out on the screened porch raising a little too much commotion for the older set – until finally we were threatened to be split up if we made any more noise.  Of course my version of the story is a little different but basically it is the same – we all agreed that I kicked out the window on the stairs – and we all agree that I took a good tanning from my riled father – but one thing I can say – no one remembers quite as visibly that spanking – my last one by the way – as I do.  Unless as the old saying goes “this is going to hurt me more than it does you,.”  – And Dad’s Hand Hurt As Much As My Little Rear-and Did.  Anyway, Dad, If It Did Hurt You, You Didn’t Cry like I Did.  Golly – When I Started off I Didn’t Know I Was Going to Write Anything like This.  There Are No Hard Feelings Left Now of Course , but it’s a lot of fun thinking back on those terrible days when nobody liked me in the whole world was against me.  Poor Dave.  Damn – I’m still but a kid, I guess, but I’d like to live over again all those days that I thought at that time were so terrible.

Times growing short, Dad, just a couple of more lines.  I suppose there are a lot of things I could tell you about C. PX. – But during my last week of it – I still have it, but I’m getting it under control.  I started a couple of letters to you while I was out there – but I just never got them done.  As I said in the beginning of this letter I haven’t as yet received any shipping orders – if you don’t hear from me – or if you hear nothing to the contrary – it will mean that I’m still at Crowder.  I’ll let you know as soon as possible when I find out anything definite – I’m at the Service Club – I was using one of those typewriters I was telling you about – 10 cents for 30 minutes – well as you can see, I ran out of time just after ice truck the “l” in “letter”.  I hope to hear what Der Fuehrer has to say today – maybe it will be something worthwhile.  My love to all, Dave

 

I just read this elongated letter over and realized that I started to explain what I meant by my “virgin” blood – but then I got side-tracked when I started feeling sorry for myself in my “dark youth”.  In short – I meant by “virgin blood” that the chiggers, up ’til that time(they thought) had not polluted my blood with their bites.  But then I went on to say that they would be fooled because I had already been bitten.  I thought that it was clear enough at the time – but I guess not – anyway – there’s the explanation – the defense rests.  By the way – I don’t think I was bit three times while in the field.  I did get stung by a bee though – right in my eye

Oh – tell Bissie -I grew a mustache while I was out in the field.  I still got it – but I’m going to try to get some snaps taken of myself today and then shave it off.  I don’t like it a bit.  One of the boys told me it looked “sexy” – and I guess that’s about the best description of it.

Hope to see you soon,

Dave

One more note –

the way my envelope is addressed is the approved way for this company – but don’t bother changing the plate – you probably won’t use it anymore than once more anyway.

Tomorrow I will be going back in time to April of 1939 when both Lad and Dan are in Venezuela.  Lad is working for the Socony-Vacuum Oil Company where he will be maintaining the diesel engines for their pumps.  Dan is still out at a camp in the field with no supervision or food.  He is still employed by Inter-America, Inc. but management is struggling. 

 Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (43) – Dear Dad – I’ve Just Transferred – July 19, 1944

My Uncle Dave is at Camp Crowder, Missouri, receiving additional training before being sent overseas. He has done a very good job of letting those at home know about his thoughts and activities.

David Peabody Guion 

 

19 July 1944

Dear Dad –

I’ve just transferred – my new address – as always – is the same except that rather than being D-36, it’s nowD-31.  I just ate noon Chow with the boys and they seem like a darn nice gang of fellows.  In their opinion of the company is very good.  They say everything here is pretty nice – with a minimum of unnecessary rulings.

You can forget about the cigars – if you haven’t already bought them – but please send that necktie and leggings!I need the leggings for guard duty.  There’s more to say but I haven’t much time – and anyway – the most important things are already Ced.

Love,

Dave

 

July 15

Dad –

I’ve proven for myself that this is an O.K. company.  Everything is going along as usual.  No more on O.C.S. yet.  Will write tomorrow maybe.  I’ve got no weekend pass this week.

Adios,

Dave

NOTE – As you can see by the dates, I did not make a mistake in my transcription. I have no way of knowing which date is accurate since I don’t have the envelope, which may or may not help. Obviously, the second part of the letter was written after the first part.

Tomorrow I will post another letter from Dave to his father with questions and comments regarding the Democratic Convention. 

Judy Guion

 

World War II Army Adventure (12) – Dear Dad (2) – Finished First Week of Basic – February 27, 1944

This is the continuation of the letter I posted yesterday.

 

David Peabody Guion

In charge of each platoon, (a barracks – about 53 men) there is a shavetail (Second Lieutenant).  Ours is a new man, just out of O.C.S. I think, and like Cpl. Keep, isn’t quite at home leading and ordering a bunch of rookies around.  He’s an all-right guy. Lt. Wall has charge of our platoon (2nd), as I said before, then there’s Sgt. Chinn (who actually leads the platoon – I’ve seen Lt. Wall seeking Chinn’s advice on certain things) and then Cpl. McGrath, and finally Cpl. Keep – who reminds me a bit of Gary Cooper.

Saturday is a big day around here.  We have barracks, rifle (which is plenty tough), and personal and foot-locker inspection’s on Saturday.  Everything is spotless – especially that old Enfield rifle.

There’s plenty of recreation here – movies (we get a lot of these before they are released for public consumption), 3 Service Clubs, each Company has a day-room (which has a piano that gets plenty of exercise), and of course we have PX’s.

Even KP isn’t bad here.  I was on KP last Tuesday – just routine detail – not punishment of any sort.  I spent most of Tuesday in the pantry munching on cookies, dried apricots and what-have-you.

I still haven’t heard from Lad.  I do hope you can get a weekend off to come up here to pay me a visit.  I also wish that said had known where I was when he left home.  He could have gotten a train from St. Louis to Camp Crowder, and a bus from here to Texarkana.

I don’t know how much of the things I’ve told you above, I told you last week, but I can’t remember what I write from one week to the next.  For instance, I remember now that it was El (Elinor Kintop, Dave’s girlfriend and future bride) that I told about the  Sgt. catching me looking out on the road.  Or did I tell you, too? See what I mean?

Well, that’s all for today.  Remember, this week has been easy and next week may be easy to; but if you don’t hear from me, it won’t be because I’m not thinking of you all up at Ye Olde Homestead; it will simply mean that I just haven’t got the time.  My love to all – even Smoky.  Maybe someday, I’ll get around to writing Jean and Aunt Betty separately, but for now all I can do is to write to the whole bunch (all 3).

Love again,

Dave.

 

World War II Army Adventure (12) – Dear Dad (1) – Finished One Week of Basic – February 27, 1944

David Peabody Guion – Home on leave, January, 1944

 

Service Clubs

SPECIAL SERVICE – U. S. ARMY

Camp Crowder, Missouri

Sunday, Feb. 27, 1944

Dear Dad,

No, this doesn’t mean that I have another typing job.  It’s just that upstairs here in the Service Club they have typewriters that you can use for 30 minutes for a dime.  I got halfway over here from my barracks (about a mile) and realized that I didn’t have a pencil.  So, rather than go all the way back for a pencil, I decided to become extravagant and use one of these typewriters which I saw when I was here last week.

I’ve finished one week of my basic training and don’t find it a bit tough.  I am told by reliable sources that the first couple of weeks aren’t usually very hard anyway.  I also findthat you must go from one thing to another here (you can’t waste any time or(dilly-dally).  Naturally, that’s kind of tough for me.  I’m not supposed to tell what I do, see, or hear while I’m doing my basic; which gives me very little to talk about because everything one does here is basic training.

I still like the camp very much.  The food, for the most part, is excellent (I have been here a week and 1/2 already (I can notice that my face is feeling out and I know that I feel a whole lot healthier). I don’t think there are better non-coms in the whole Army (including my brothers) than the ones that are in my platoon.  There’s Cpl. McGrath from Buffalo who is a bit bossy, but if you analyze his job you realize that he has to be that way.  To talk to, he’s very friendly and congenial.  Then there’s Sgt. Chinn – I don’t know where he comes from — but he certainly breaks all the rules when it comes to being a tough Army Sergeant.  I have seen him, I’ll admit, when he’s given the appearance of being tough, but then again if you put yourself in his shoes, his actions seem logical.  (I guess I told you last week about his catching me looking out on the road and not paying attention to what he was saying.  “If I catch you looking out there again, I’ll put you on K.P. for a week.”My answer was, “Yes, Sergeant”, which was said in a unique way that you probably have never heard me use before – no talking back to HIM. But he can joke and fool around with the rest of us when the time and place permit.  He’s just a little guy (comes to about the level of my eyes) and he’s got a military strut on him that makes him look awfully funny. I get a big kick out of it when he walks up to some lanky guy that may have come from them Washington woods and throws him an order in a gruff voice, looking up at the boob as he does it.  The lanky rookie could take the Sergeant and twist him in his hands if he wanted to – but, alas, – this is the ARMY. Cpl. Keep is a new Corporal and hasn’t learned the Army technique of giving orders as yet.  This makes him even more likable.

Tomorrow I will finish this letter.

Judy Guion