Sgt Roman F. Klick 36620923
HS 1393 Engr APO 709
c/o PM San Francisco, California
29 June 1944
I'm writing this letter late in the noon hour and because of the small amount of time left, I'm hurrying right along so that I can get it finished before going back to work again; therefore, please excuse everything including the letter itself. I received one letter today and it was from you, dated the 22nd of June.
Today has been a highly productive day thus far and I think that I'll be able to pound out just as much work this afternoon. Of course, the afternoons are always two hours shorter than the mornings. Or didn't you ever think about that? From seven to twelve is five hours and one to four is only three hours. Yet, in spite of the two hour difference in length, they both seem to take up about the same amount of time. Neither one goes faster than the other one.
Incidentally, speaking of working in the army and then comparing it to a civilian job is rather strange. For instance, in the civilian world, a person may not exactly look at the clock but most people are conscious of the passing of time and that the day is either half done or almost done. In the army, however, it seems to be a different story. The mornings haven't dragged at all within the last half year and there is so much living going on down at work that it doesn't seem to make much difference whether you are at work or not. The working place and the living place are practically the same thing and there is no change in companions after working hours so you can see that there isn't much difference. Another thing is that these army offices are a great deal more informal than a civilian office could be. You know how Rathborne was a paradise as far as that went but the army is more so. I doubt that when I get back to civilian life I would want to work in such an office. In fact, I have my doubts of wanting to go into an office like Rathborne was and the planning office. Life is easy and sweet that way but do you get any place?
Well, I have all the words to the song "Bethseme Mucho" now after listening to it a few more times but the singing of it hasn't turned out quite as easy for I keep forgetting the tune that goes with the words.
Hippity-Hopp, the Company C Clerk, has a chance to go back to his old outfit from which he came when the 1393rd filled up, but he is running into all sorts of obstacles. The best part about it is that he will be a Sergeant in Message Center instead of a Corporal Clerk. It is for his betterment. That, however, doesn't mean much in most parts of the Army for Jack himself tried to get out of the 353rd time and again with a promise of a higher rating but, no, Terpening, his old CO, always came up with the story that he was going to take care of Jack. He took care of him alright for Terp left the company and Jack was still a Corporal not making Sergeant until he came into H&S Company.
The next months movie schedule came out this morning and there are two good pictures on it that will be sure fire hits. They are: "The Song of Bernadette" and "The Adventures of Mark Twain".
There are no movies tonight unless we take off to that other outfit. What I hope to accomplish is one letter to Pat, one letter to Uncle Jack and one rifle cleaned.