Cpl Roman F. Klick 36620923
Co "A", 353rd Engr Regt
A.P.O. #502, c/o Postmaster
San Francisco, California
August 13, 1943
Dear Aunty Clara,
Well, back in camp again after showing the picture at the other outfit. We arrived there about 6:45 and had the picture going by 7:00. When I say we, I mean the driver of the car, Robbin and myself. The movie was "Street of Chance" with Burgess Meredith and Ina Claire. I enjoyed it very much as it was on the dark, mysterious, melodramatic order. The operation of the machine went along quite smoothly and there were no breakdowns. I did not hurry exceptionally fast in changing the reels because I was looking forward to a wait as they slowed down the generator. However, the sergeant would leave the booth just about the time a reel ran down and when I turned off the projector thus causing the voltage to go sky high, he would shut down the machine and bring it back up to the required amount very quickly. We are showing the same movie here tomorrow. Sunday's anticipated schedule is "Arsenic and Old Lace". Although running the projector takes up a good portion of my evening, I like to do it because I like to do it.
I patted myself on the back too soon with those Class Four teeth of mine because today they began hurting. Not just one but the whole darn ivory works. I guess it is from chewing on candy bars with nuts and crunching up those wafers.
This is the latest story on the payroll. I took it to the company and began signing one fellow after another until I had to eat. I asked Edie if he would help me out and he did so willingly --- he took over while I ate my meal. Then for another fifteen or twenty minutes I signed the fellows up. By that time I had to leave for this other camp so the signing had to cease. I fully expect to have the thing done, lock, stock and barrel by this time tomorrow evening. If I have the time, I am going to check it thoroughly and completely during the daytime tomorrow.
Say, I forgot to mention that I received two letters after supper. One was from you and the other was from Aunt-Aunt. Both were dated August 3. Aunt-Aunt asks me if I would like some nuts. Frankly, yes, but I doubt if they would keep. We have mixed nuts in the PX at what seem to be exorbitant prices but I imagine that is what the market calls for during these war days. 30¢ for a few ounces. They are packed in hermetically sealed cans.
It is a good thing I bought those other tooth brushes and holders yesterday because last night the ones I have always used fell on the floor of the tent and you know our floor isn't made of wood yet. One thing I am surprised at is not getting a letter from Dolores. I sent out the letter to her away back on the 7th of July and by this time she certainly should have written an answer. I wonder if that is the way people figure about me when they don't get answers to their letters. One good thing now is that I really have a good excuse to offer everyone and everybody when I finally get around to writing letters again. I can tell them how my every waking moment is occupied and that only in the most pressing moments of free time do I even get a chance to scribble a hasty little note to you --- but brief. Boy, Aunty Clara, I'm telling you that I will lay it on thick like a coffee flavored frosting on a sponge cake.
I've been rather peeved at my dreams lately. It's alright to dream about other things than home once in a while but when for three nights in a row I dream of this camp and the army, that is the famous limit. I live nineteen hours a day in the army and I think that the five I sleep should at least have a little variety in it.
Sometime during the last ten days you began telling me about the contemplated visit of the Lopezes. And day by day you recounted all the latest developments is regard to their visit. It kept me interested and I waited to see what the next letter would say, yet before I ever had received the first letter, the visit was over with. Strange isn't it? Like seeing the light of a star which left that burning mass years before yet we view it as of today.
So-long, /s/ Roman Roman