Camp Young, California

June 3^rd, 1943

Dearest Mom,

This will probably be quite scribbly, as this train is jerking around. It is now about 7:30 Thursday morning, and probably 9:30 where you are. We’ve been riding this train ever since 4:00 Sunday afternoon and I haven’t felt like writing until now. At present we are either in New Mexico or Arizona, which one I don’t know. From yesterday morning, until we went to bed we left San Antonio Texas and traveled across a semi desert. All you could see was twisted trees & cactus, and it was hot. Things are about 90 in this car, and we have sleepers, and they sure are comfortable. This car (no. 7), is detailed to guard the trucks on the flat cars, and its fun to sit out there. I’ve been on twice, and go on again some time today. Right now we’ve stopped at some little hick town on the prairie. Some of the most beautiful country we crossed was in Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, and Missouri. The land was nice and flat, and everything was nice and green. About 6:00 last night we came across the highest railroad bridge in the world, and what a beautiful sight. About the second day out we passed a trainload of Italian prisoners from Africa. Some Italian fellows got to talking with them and they seemed awfully glad to be in this country. Well I’m back again. We just got off the train and did exercises which are the 4^th time we’ve done it on this trip. Well close now.

Love your son,

Glenn