Camp White, Oregon
7:15 A.M. Wednesday
5 May 1943
Dear Aunty Clara:
For gosh sakes, last night after I rolled the full field pack and began to work on the Service Record entries of the AWs I began getting sleepy. It wasn't even one o'clock in the morning before my eyes began to shut and go around in circles. Several times I found myself opening the books to the wrong pages and then staring at them blankly for the place to put the AW information. This happened when I was 2/3 the way thru the second tray of records so the minute I finished the last one, I packed up and went upstairs to bed.
Did I tell you last night that I brought along my own pillow? Well, I did. The way I worked it was this way: I used one of the three blankets as a sheet, placed my pillow on top of it and then used the other two blankets as covers. It was nice and warm that way. Now here is what occurred last night. The job of the charge of quarters is to answer the telephone if it might ring in the middle of the night; that is why the c.q.s bed is within 6 feet of the phone. I didn't wake up, however, until Lt. Stilwell had run from his end of the barracks, past my bed and was answering the phone. At first I felt rather embarrassed but I couldn't have had a very strong feeling for the next minute I fell asleep. I don't remember a word he said over the phone.
He must have some opinion of that fellow who can sleep sounder than a log while a telephone clangs in his ear. Just now he walked passed my desk and asked if I was thru eating. I started off to tell him that I just finished most of the rest of the peanut brittle but then changed my mind because that wouldn't be answering his questions. My answer sounded something like this,"Waa-uuhhhh, mmm, yes sir." Now he knows there is something definitely peculiar about me. Makes me laugh to think of it.
Yesterday the office sent several typewriters to the repair shop so Company A sent their typewriter along too. I only hope that it comes back in a little better condition. What puzzles me is that these fellows don't have to pay for the repair bills on these typewriters yet they will continue to use one that has some defect in it without ever thinking of having it fixed. This typewriter is a good example of what I mean. First of all it doesn't spell very well and if you will notice the margin does not hold to a steady line but slips a space occasionally.
Not ten minutes have elapsed since the beginning of the above paragraph. In that time I walked back to the barracks with my blanket, pillow and pack. They are preparing for the inspection at 8:30 but so far I am not in it. Nevertheless, I have displayed my rolled pack in view of all who may care to see. I have performed my 'duties.'
It's almost eight bells now so I will be getting on the beam. I'm sorry that this letter is so haphazard and no good but it was just to drop you a little line for this morning.
Enclosed in this letter, I hope you have found a note similar to the one enclosed in the preceding letter. This one is to be added to the silver dollar and called furlough money. Of course, I presume that you will let me know if you received the two bills, n'est-ce pas?