(Written to Alfred and Grace Carver)
March 22, 1944
Dear Grandparents,
This is my second letter tonight and I haven’t too much time before lights out so I may not get this finished tonight. I suppose that the folks have let you know where I am. Since I have not heard any news for awhile I don’t know whether they have moved back across the tracks yet but by this time I imagine they have.
I wonder what kind of weather you are having now. We are having weather a lot like in Georgia but it has been sort of damp and cool for the last few days.
If you didn’t know the difference one would think that this was just another part of Georgia. South Carolina has sand, hills and even pine trees that are identical to Georgia’s. The only difference is that the sand and clay isn’t quite so red as it was down there.
If what I have done so far is any example, I am going to be working pretty hard but it may not be too bad. At least we have a lot better barracks than we did and the food is a good bit better that it was in Ft. Benning. Our chow here is not only prepared in a more appetizing manner but there is more of it.
Thurs.
Well last night didn’t last long enough just as I expected. I just finished reading your letter and since I didn’t find any questions that you wanted answered I can just ramble on about anything that comes into my head.
I wonder what kind of weather you are having back there. It seems that we might be getting the tail end of a cold spell of some kind. If it keeps this up I’ll be hunting up my heavy underwear before long.
I caught some cold over the change of climate but it is coming loose today so I don’t think it will last too much longer. Even though the army isn’t too enjoyable it has done me some good. I never could throw off a cold any ways near that quickly before.
I hope everything is coming along alright with you. Is the school house job still running along as well as usual? The last news I heard from it was that the penny supper (or whatever it was) was a big success. I wonder if the little play which Dady said they were practicing (when I last heard from him) has come off yet.
Well I’ll sign off now and write you again one of these days. Write me whenever you can.
Love,
Donald