Year: 1944

                                                   Saturday Evening 
Hi Folks -
    I’m getting around to writing you on Saturday evening a little earlier than I usually do. It’s only 7 o’clock so maybe this won’t be the last thing I get done before bedtime as it usually is. 
    Of course there hasn’t been a whole lot happen since I wrote last so there is no use apologizing for lack of news. Just about all of today was taken up by an inspection. The first hour or so this morning was taken up by putting the finishing touches on things and then we just had to wait for the inspecting officers to come through. But you’d be surprised how much work just even that can be. You are continually on edge wondering if everything is going to pass and trying to think of something that you may have forgotten to do. (I’ll sharpen my pencil).
    We were inspected but only by the company commander. There was a division officer who was in the area, I guess, and was supposed to inspect us but never did come through the barracks.
We weren’t told that the inspection was over till sometime near the middle of the afternoon so we put in a fairly good day but there was no real work to it. 
    I got busy right away and did my Saturday washing for the next week and since then I’ve done a little reading. So far as I know yet I won’t have any duty tomorrow so I expect I’ll sleep a little later than usual. Our Sunday last was sort of broken up by the morning out to the range so I hope to sort of make up for it tomorrow.
    For lack of anything better to tell you I’ll tell you a little something that I hope I haven’t written about before. In case I have just forgive my forgetfulness. This is another illustration of coming in contact with all kinds of people. I know you (know) Dollie and Millie, the girls we used to hear over the radio. I believe they called themselves the “Girls of the Golden West” and you still hear them but not always as a team. Now they are often called Dollie or Millie Good.
    I’m pretty sure one of these girls was at Alex with the Jamboree that time last year.
    Well I know personally Dollie’s husband. He sleeps in my barracks and is a very good friend of mine. You’d be surprised what kind of a guy he is. He’s a fellow smaller yet than I am and is beginning to show his age a little. He’s 34 I think and she’s 24 or 25. He’s got big ears and sort of reminds you of little Dopey. But he’s sort of farmery and a very nice old guy. He himself played for Barn Dances and things and met her through some of them. If I understand him correct he said that he finally got to playing on the radio on the Boone County Jamboree before he came to the Army. He owns a farm in Ohio and talks of his wife just as anyone else would. In fact they have three boys one of which was born while he was home on furlough a couple of weeks ago.1Foot note: Girls of the Golden West. This does not actually seem to match the recorded history of Dorothy/Dollie Goad/Good. She was born in 1915 (so 29 in 1944), seems to have been married twice (Shelby 'Tex' Atchison in the 30's, Ray Motley in 1943). She had at least one daughter born in 1934 and a son born in 1947, none in 1944. According to the September 22 letter the bunkmate's name was Mohler. Dolly/Dollie does seem to have been involved with the Boone County Jamboree (later called Midwest Hayride) at about that time, but one has to wonder if Donald's bunkmate was married to someone else in that show and Donald misunderstood, or if the bunkmate was lying.
    Well I guess I’ve jabbered enough now to help me out tomorrow so I’ll close for the present. DT

                                                        Sept. 10’ 44
    Well it’s the middle of the afternoon before I got to writing you again. I got up early enough but I’ve been pretty lazy.
    I got up for breakfast this morning and then read the Sunday School papers till church time. I finished up the ones I have and sure can say that I have enjoyed them. I have read other things, of course, but they sure have given me a lot of enjoyment the last cople of weeks.
    I went to church and then intended to write you before dinner but I read the funnies and did a little mending on one of my pants instead. I’ve messed around since then and am just getting to writing you.
    I got got your Friday letter at mail call yesterday evening and at noon today I got your box containing the sun glasses. I sure thank you for everything you’ve done for me.
    You said you’d wait till I got back to camp before you sent the watch so I suppose it is on its way by this time. You have certainly done your best to satisfy my crazy whims. I just hope that I’ll be able some way to make up for this.
    How are you feeling by this time? I hope Mary and Jim are straightened up before now from the way they were feeling Friday. I am taking some cold today myself so I’ll hit the hay pretty early tonight.
    I sure hope school gets off to a good start tomorrow and runs on smoothly. I hate to think that this is the second school-starting that I’ve missed. I sure remember that last one.
    If nothing else happens this will be the end for this time. Good luck and God bless you.
                       Love,  
                          Donald
Mon Morn.
I took an aspirin and rubbed Vicks on my chest last night and I feel a good bit better this morning. The worst I feel now is a little sore throat.

                                                 Wednesday Afternoon
Hello Family,
    I won’t even intend to make this a very long letter but I just don’t want to go too many days go by without writing to you. We got back from the range this morning and I am on KP today. It may sound funny to be on KP and writing a letter but I got in on a pretty lucky day. Since some of the fellows are still firing on the range and some are here, it would be very hard to serve a regular meal. So they made sack lunches and gave them out to everyone. That makes the noon meal just a vacation for us KP’s and they are giving us a half hour or so off now. This is the first time I ever got any time off while on KP but I’m not kicking. Well I’ve got to go back to the kitchen now but I’ll try to write more tonight.

                                                           Wed Night
    Now I’ll explain why I was cut off so short this afternoon. The truck that brings rations came and brought potatoes. These had to be peeled for supper so they yelled for us and cut my time shorter than I expected. But even at that what little time I did have helped out.
    We got off tonight somewhere around 7:30 and of course I had to wash the KP stink off my body and the clothes I was wearing. We had to get up at 5:00 out on the range so with that and a day of KP you might guess that I want to make a pretty good night of sleeping tonight.
     I was very glad to get your Sunday letter yesterday evening. The Chev. sure does look a lot better. But I can see that underneath the paint it really is the same car. Thanks a whole lot for the picture; I was very glad to see it. But I am getting quite a collection of pictures and I expect I’ll have to send most of them home one of these days. So I’ll send this back like I’ve been doing the rest of the pictures I don’t feel I can keep and enjoy them enough to pay for taking care of them. You understand I know.
    I hope you are all well and getting along OK.
                           Love, 
                            Donald
    I about forgot the nurses! I remember Betty, of course, and the one in the center of that row. There are one or two others that it seems I can remember but I’m not sure. Are there any of them that you remember especially?

                               Tuesday Morn.
Dear Folks,
    Before I get through this paper will likely be black because my hands & clothes are just covered with mud but you’ll have to overlook it. I have been digging a fox hole this morning and since I am just dripping wet with sweat the dirt has made a coat of mud all over me.
    We got up at 3:15 yesterday, ate breakfast, rode out here (about 30m miles), and put up our tents in time to start to work at 7:30. Then we put in a full day’s work and were ready to quit when night came.
    This morning we got up at about 5:30, ate breakfast and started digging out fox holes (or more nearly correct, slit trenched) beside our tents. The ground is real hard clay and I think they are going to give us till noon to finish them. But I have mine dug about an hour ahead of time so I thought this would be as good a chance as any to let you hear from me. Of course, if they knew I wasn't digging they would find something else for me to do.
     I think another reason they are giving us a good bit of time for this is that they know we have an all night problem and if they make us work too hard now it’s hard to tell what shape we would be in by tomorrow morning.
    We’ll run some kind of problems this afternoon and then from 8:00 tonight till 6 in the morning we’ll be out. Then instead of getting all day off to make up for an all-night problem as we used to, we’ll get half a day off. This means only 5 or 6 hrs sleep to make up for 24 hours of work. These people really believe in working us now. They only intend to give us half as much time off in the day time as we spend at night and this week we have two four-hour night problems (Wed & Fri nights) with no time at all off the next day. I think they want to make us glad to get away from here when it comes time to go over (which rumor has it may not be too far off).
    I got my watch wrapped up Sunday evening and gave it to the mail clerk who is supposed to send it out today. Don’t forget what I said about seeing about swapping it.
   Well take care of yourselves. I hope to hear from you one of these days.
                 Love, 
                       Donald

                                                   Monday Evening
                                                   Leesburg Range
Hello Family,
   This is just a little different from my usual procedure but I can’t see that there will be anything too wrong with it. I have a little time tonight so I’ll start a letter now. I won’t send it out till tomorrow evening and if I have time then I’ll write a little more. But just in case we have to work extra late tomorrow I’ll have a little letter written.
   We got out here at about 4:30 yesterday evening and thus had time to get straightened up before dark. Then this morning we got up at five o'clock and started to work. Those of us that didn't have to fire anything did about the same kind of work we do back in the company area.
   We had a half hour of close order drill, a half hour of physical training and three hours of study and work on squad tactics. It was, of course, all stuff we have done many times before but they just had to find something for us to do.
   I’ll let you in on a little secret. I believe that all they are doing now is just finding something to keep us busy. We’re just going over old stuff and just so we’re doing something they don’t seem to care whether we’re learning or not. In the first place, they wouldn’t have sent us all out here to do nothing but fill in time if there had been anything important for us to do. Since we didn’t go on maneuvers, I think, they’re about at the end of their rope as far as training goes. They seem to be just stalling for time till we move out of here. I may have the wrong idea about what they are waiting for but they sure are waiting for something.
   Well I got to jabbering and forgot to tell you about what I did this afternoon. I went out on the rifle range and spent most of my time keeping score. That’s just about my type of work and I can say I spent a fairly enjoyable afternoon. Boy, I sure and lazy, don’t you think so?
   I haven’t heard from you since the middle of last week so I sure hope to get a letter at mail call tonight. 
   Maybe you think I wouldn’t like to be home tonight. It’s really hard seeing school time come around and me being stuck here.
   That’s just about all the news I can think of now so I’ll close for the present. Boy it’s sure been hot today.        DT

   I’ve changed my mind again. I got your letter tonight and I want to let you know how I feel about this watch. In the first place that’s a whole lot more than I wanted to pay. It would take me quite a while to save that much money. But use your own judgement and if you are fairly sure it will satisfy me I suppose it might be alright to go ahead. Some of you’ll have to finance it for a while though. But I sure don’t want you to sell my other one for $10 dollars.
   I’ve enumerated again some of the qualities I’d like for a watch to have. A second hand of some kind and luminous numbers, of course. Be neither conspicuously large or small or be otherwise too outstanding. If my Gruen were built in the shape that service watches are (usually round) it would be about the right size. I suppose it’s not too necessary to be a well known name or an American make but I would like for it to be possible to be repaired without too much fuss or worry. Please use good judgement.
   I expect I could sell my watch here for a good bit more than $10 or maybe you could put an ad in the Tribune. I see Daddy wearing it in the picture and if he likes it and thinks he could get $25 worth of good and enjoyment from it I'd give it to him. I don’t mean sell either. If he doesn’t especially care for it then we’ll sell it.
   I wish I could find an air mail stamp to put on this but if I can’t it’ll have to free. I’ve got one back at the barracks but that doesn’t do me any good here.
   Oh yes - you don’t need to worry about the color of the watch face suiting me. It can be white, black, brown or what not just so it's not radically outstanding. 
   Those were good pictures in the letter tonight. I’m keeping the one of Dad and old Friday. The ministers look like real nice people to me.
   Use your good judgment. Good luck and lots of love.
          Donald

PS   It should have pins, that hold the straps, that are removable
     Don't think I'm in too big a hurry. If you think there's any chance of doing better it's alright with me not to get this watch

From 346th Infantry:

Sunday-3 September 1944: The baseball team defeated the 347th Inf. 4-1 today. Regiment less Separate Companies moved out to Leesburg Range for three days.

                                                     Sept 3, 1944
                                                           Sunday

Dear Family,
   In order that I could get some of the things done that I like to do on Sundays I had to get up and get started at it early. It is only 7:30 now and I’ve already washed and done a few other things so you can I didn’t waste all morning sleeping. I didn’t get up for breakfast but since I couldn’t go back to sleep right away after they called breakfast, I got up soon afterward. Thank goodness I’m pretty well caught up with my writing so this letter will be all I’ll need to write today.
   We are going out to the range today but I’m happy that we don’t move out till afternoon sometime. This will make it so that I’ll get a chance to go to church this morning. I don’t know what ever got into them that we don’t have to follow the usual routine of going out on Saturday night and then firing Sunday but I’m sure not going to kick.
   Boy this is sure a different kind of weather from what we had last weekend. It was cool or almost cold then and now it’s hot as all get out. Friday we did the usual kind of stuff and then yesterday we ran another firing problem. And boy the heat was sure terrible. Our platoon didn’t start the problem till just after noon and, of course, that’s just when it’s the hottest. We just had discussion type classes in the morning when it was just a little bit cool but I’m not blaming anyone for that because we just had to take out turn at the area over which the problem was to be run.
   The problem was about 1200 yards long and we started out with 23 or 24 men altogether. When it was over six men out of that number had fallen out because of the heat. They all recovered but you can get some idea of the intensity of the temperature.
   I was glad to get the pictures in your last letter. I’m going to keep one of the pictures but since I didn’t know the calf personally I guess you can keep the pictures of it. It sure does look like a good sturdy  calf and I’ll bet it will turn out to be quite a chunk of meat. Seeing the bee-house and garage all painted up gives me a kind of funny feeling inside. I don’t know whether you’d call it homesickness or not.
   About that dream that Daddy had in which I came home. It’s alright to think about it but please don’t do any planning on it. The chances are just as good or maybe better for not getting one as they are for getting a furlough. So let’s just keep on writing and get along with whatever turns out.
   I didn’t hear from you yesterday so, of course, I’m sort of hoping for a letter today. If I’m too busy next week and this is the last letter I get written for a  while, I hope you’ll understand the situation and look over my short-comings.
   I’ve about run down so I think I’ll sign off and maybe read a little before church time. I forgot to tell you but we are going to have communion services today. If I don’t think of any more news before noon I’ll put this in the envelope and start it on its way. Best wishes to you all.
        Love 
          Donald

   I forgot to tell you that I found my sunglasses broken in my glasses case yesterday. I don’t know how or when it happened but that’s not the question. I don’t know how long I’ll be needing them but I’d appreciate another pair. The kind I had served quite well. Thanks

                                           Thursday August 31, 1944

Hello Family,
   I’ll try to get a little of this letter written now during my noon hour and maybe it’ll turn out to be a little more of a letter than the past one did. We got payed this noon but I’m afraid that I’m going to go back on my promise on sending some money home to help out on the watch deal. To explain why I’m going to tell you the plain facts on my financial situation. I had a little less than $15 left from last month’s pay and I got just over $21 this month. Although it seems like a lot of wishful thinking this soon but if I should get a chance to come home before we go over I want to be prepared for it. So I would like to keep $25 dollars in reserve just for this purpose and that doesn’t leave me much that I could send home. I hope you can see how I feel about it. I guess if there is any money to be needed for the watch deal I can ask Richard to help me out on it. I don’t like to have to do a thing like this but I’ll get paid again next month. If you couldn’t do any good on the watch deal in Anderson I hardly know what to tell you. I guess that Daddy’ll be going to Indianapolis in October and if you think there would be any chance down there I suppose I could stick it out till then. Maybe you could get rid of the watch somehow before-hand and then you would only have the problem of buying another one. Just use your head and don’t do anything very drastic. The one I have will do if that’s the best that can be done. It may be silly of me to want to do anything like this in the first place.

                                                  Thursday Evening
   It’s 7:30 and I’m finally down to writing again. I ought to be able to get a little writing done easier than usual tonight because of the scarcity of distractions. Since this is payday night there is hardly anyone here in the barracks. A lot of these crazy guys will go broke for a whole month just so they can see how much money can be spent in one night. That’s one of the ill effects I’m afraid will come to the men who have participated in this war. And besides just causing them to lose all respect for the value of money, it’s going to make a lot of them pretty lazy. Take it from me, its very easy not to do one more than you have to.
   Well, we didn’t have that problem that we were supposed to yesterday and last night. I don’t know why but for some reason it was canceled. It may come up yet but it’s going to have to hurry if it gets here this week. I just don’t know how we’ll be spending the rest of the week.
   Yesterday and today I went down to communication school again! It was just the same old stuff we had before and it wasn’t worth the time as far as learning goes but maybe the review didn’t hurt me. 
   Unless things change (which they might do, of course) we’ll be going out on the range Sunday. I don’t suppose those of us who have been here for a while will have to fire. But a bunch of new men will have to. We got in another bunch of men yesterday so I suppose we’ll have to go out again in two or three weeks for them to fire.
   I think I’ll close now and write to Uncle Floy’s before I turn in. Oh yes, I got your week-end letter yesterday. So long, good luck and God bless you all. 
         Lots of love,
          Donald

                                                 Tuesday Aug 29,'44
Hello Family,
   It’s 8:30 and so I’ll have to hurry but I sure won’t be able to write tomorrow. I had table waiter today so I’ve not been loafing. After I got off tonight I cleaned up and finished a letter to Ben which I had started yesterday. I’ve only written one other letter to him and I believe that was while I was still at Ft. Harrison. I’ve always intended to write to him again but just never made myself do it.
   The reason why I said I wouldn’t be able to write tomorrow is because we are going on a 24 hour problem. We’ll go out tomorrow morning and not come in till the following morning. Except for this morning’s work we’ve been doing about the same old stuff so far this week. This morning I did something that I told you I’d get to do one of these days. I got to fire the bazooka. It’s a great weapon but just a little dangerous to fire. There is a great amount of flame that shoots from it with every shot and you have to fire it correctly to be safe. It can really ruin a tank though and so its worth knowing how to use.
   Yesterday noon I got a box that contained stationary from Gladys King. It had a church label on it so I suppose it must have been through the Ladies Aid. I wrote her a letter thanking her for it before I forgot it as I usually do but I have no idea under what circumstances it was sent.
   I didn’t get any letter from you today so I’ll expect to get one tomorrow or if we don’t get mail tomorrow then the next day.
   Well I’ve not got enough news to start another sheet so good luck and God bless you. How’s my watch deal coming out?
        Love
         Donald

                                                               Monday
Dear Folks,
   I sure don’t deserve to get any letters if I don’t hurry up and write so I had better get to it. I thought I could get it done yesterday but I was so busy getting cleaned and straightened up that I just never got it done.
   I guess I’ll start back at about Wednesday of last week and bring my story up to date and maybe you can forgive my lack of writing. Wednesday, Thursday  and Saturday morning we did firing at the field target to represent firing under combat conditions. For the exercises target to represent a man are scattered over the field at unknown distances and they sure are harder to hit than a neat line of bull’s eyes at exactly 200, 300 or 500 yards.
   It started raining on Tuesday and we had a pretty miserable time for the rest of the week. We had a real hard storm just before time to get up on Thursday and we thought that the tent was going to blow over.
   Friday morning we were scheduled to go through the mental conditioning course where you crawl on your stomach for 75 yards over logs, through barbed wire entanglements etc. while they shoot live machine gun bullets over your head. Of course, it rained all the night before and was raining that morning so you can imagine in what condition the ground was. Boy after we had dragged ourselves for 75 yards we were covered with mud from head to foot and we were soaked to the skin from above the knees on down where our raincoats didn’t cover. And our raincoats didn’t look like themselves when we were through. Its a wonder that working with wet clothes on for the rest of the day didn’t give us all pneumonia.
   Then the rest of the day Friday was consumed by firing at moving ground targets with our own 30 caliber rifles and air targets with 22 caliber rifles. Boy the 22’s were op guns compared to the regular army rifles.
   I have already told you what we did Sat. morning and then on Saturday afternoon we finished our bivouac by seeing some very interesting and informative demonstrations. Some of the real weapons such as hand grenades etc that we had been using dummies for practice were demonstrated to us at safe distances of course.
   The most interesting thing we saw was the firing of the new weapon, the bazooka, which you remember coming out not so long ago.
   We packed up our things on Saturday night and at midnight we fell out ready to start back to camp. We marched with the packs on our backs and rifles on our shoulders from 12:15 till we got here at 5:30. Boy were we tired and sore.
   We got both yesterday and today off but the catch to it is that we must have all clean clothes and equipment when we fall out tomorrow. I spent my whole day yesterday cleaning myself up, and my rifle, mess kit, and clothes. I washed out my leggings, fatigues, pack and cartridge belt in the morning and thought that I could send the rest of the stuff to the laundry. But when I got all my socks, underwear, towels, etc. hunted up I found that I had more than my quota for one week’s laundry so I had to do another big laundry yesterday evening.
   Even today we aren’t exactly free since we have already had to fall out about 5 or 6 times for odd jobs, etc. and then we have to get our blood typed this afternoon. I hope though that before the day is over I can get some reading, etc. done.
   It sure is a pleasure to live in the barracks that aren’t even as well constructed as our chicken house at home. Those pup tents that we will spend the next two weeks in sure will make make us more glad than ever to see these barracks.
Well I’ve got to help clean machine guns so I’ll close for now.
          Love, 
           Donald

                                                   Sunday morning,
                                                      Aug 27, 1944

Hello Family,
   It is almost chow time but I’ll get this letter started in the time I have. After I got back from church, I wrote that letter to Clyde Montgomery’s that you suggested. Thank you for suggesting it. I know that I should have written them but it just never entered my mind.
   It’s almost cool enough here to wear a jacket this morning and believe me it sure feels good. It made sleeping late this morning seem good enough to be home. I got up for breakfast and then crawled back in bed and slept till church time.
   Last night I got a letter written to Grandpa and Grandma Carver and then did a good bit of reading in the Sunday School papers and the Reader’s Digest. I also hit the hay pretty early and consequently I didn’t get a letter started to you  as I usually do. Friday we did about the same old type of work and then yesterday morning we had a very interesting problem. It would get old just as everything else does but it was something new and might sometimes come in handy. It was a tank problem and was almost like the tactics that are being used in the war at present.
   Time out for chow
   Now to go on with the story. Here is the way the problem worked. We rode on the tanks up to a position a few hundred yards away from the enemy position. Of course, they could be firing and thus protect us all the time. Then we got off and followed behind them under their protection right up to the enemy position. They would protect us all the time and then we could finish off the stunned enemy and hold the position. This may sound like a wild tale and there was a good bit of make believe as far as firing goes but that is how it works. It’s not play by any means because you really have to hang on to those bumpy old tanks. And when you go though woods the trees all try to knock you off as you go under them - one of them did succeed in busting me in the face, puffing a lip a little. But it is a whole lot faster and safer than walking into an enemy stronghold. So much for that.
   Yesterday afternoon we weren’t off duty but we didn’t go out to drill. That gave us a chance to wash up our dirty clothes, clean up our equipment and in general get straightened up for the week.
   I don’t know what we’ll be doing next week but there’ll be plenty to do. There’s no use thinking about that anyway. Just be thankful for today. I sure wonder what you are doing today. I wouldn’t have to think about home very hard to get homesick today. In fact I find myself spending a good bit of my time wondering about my future. I sure hope I’ll still be able to go to college. I’m not worrying about still wanting to go but besides the financial end of it, I’ll have a lot of reviewing to do. I feel as if I had lost half of my high school already. A lot of this is just imagination but you just can’t help from worrying or at least thinking about it. Another hard thing to swallow is just thinking how far I would have been now if this hadn’t happened. If I have to spend another year or maybe more at this it’ll be pretty hard to live as I had planned. 
   Say that was quite a write-up in the paper the other day. I can’t imagine who would have put it in but it must have been Mr. May. The trustee wouldn’t likely know all those statistics unless of course he’d looked on his records and I wouldn’t expect that of him. Ha Ha.
   I got your Friday’s letter yesterday so I wasn’t expecting anything today. That letter really got here in a hurry. I wonder who Nina Perdue’s husband to-be is. It seems that maybe I’ve heard the name but I can't place it. 
   I’ll sign off for a while now and maybe I’ll have a little more to say tonight.

                                                           Evening
   I was looking over some of your past letters and in the one you mentioned about seeing OWL magazine you asked if I remembered where I sat at my commencement. Well if you ever have a chance to look at it again - I remember I sat on the right side of the stage (the audience’s left), the second one from the end of the row. I don’t remember for sure but I think it was in the second row.
   About the only other news I can think of is an illustration of the fact that it is sure surprising who you are apt to meet here. There is a fellow here, a little older than most of us (32 or 33 yrs old) who sleeps across the aisle from me. He is from Arkansas and is a very nice old guy (old to us). He was asking me about Indiana the other day and I found out that in 1928 he had come to Indiana as a transient worker in the tomato crop. He worked at what is now the Frazier canning factory west of Alexandria. I don’t know whether Frazier owned it then or not. In lots of ways he reminds me of Freddie and Old John whom Richard will remember working with up at Brunson’s. 
   I’ve sure done a lot of reading in the S.S. papers this afternoon and want to do just a little more before I turn.
   Good luck and God bless you.
         Love, 
          Donald