Wednesday

July 5, 1944

My dearest wife,

I think I am an awful husband not writing to you before this. I have no excuse except that I was kept pretty busy most of the time since we got here. We had a good trip; we pulled in camp here about 6:30 Saturday evening. I only drove to Louisville then I gave it over. I got sleepy, and from then on I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I slept most of the way down here off and on. The camp isn’t too bad I guess, but it doesn’t near compare to Atterbury, that was paradise towards this place. It is a little crowded here with two armored divisions, a few troops from the 22^nd Corps and the 2^nd Army units which are almost all ordinance. The camp has a few more places to go. There is a swimming pool only about four blocks from our barracks and a service club is there, also the sports arena, two P.X.’s close, the one having a nice beer garden, which I was there a few times. We are located just about in the center of the camp. It doesn’t seem too bad now. There are no big towns to go to, so I guess you won’t have to worry about me. One of the boys brought his wife and kid along that lives in Franklin, he has a room in Clarksville, Tenn. only about 12 miles from camp, he couldn’t find anything else yet. I am kind of glad you went home. I saw Eisenburg, and he said he has a nice place, he brought his wife down on Monday, he had a three day pass. I guess the Captain’s wife is still in Franklin, I don’t think he found a place as [of] yet. He probably wants a 10 room apartment.

Your letter came this morning and I was kinda waiting to hear from you to know if you got home alright. I am glad you made it alright, I was thinking about you all the time, looking at my watch thinking you are getting on the train now etc. Did all your baggage come in it? How much was the hill?

It has been cool all week as for down here, how is it up there? Are you feeling any better since you are home? I guess that is the best place for you, this way we can’t have many arguments. You always seem hard to get along with when you are going to have a baby, but I guess it’s probably me that’s hard to get along with. Thank God that this is our last one (I hope). I do miss you honey, you know that, and I love you more than ever.

Gee I hate to write letters again, but I just have to write. There is nothing interesting happening in the Army, you know that. I guess since I am alone again I can get back into shape again, that is beer drinking, that is the about the main sport down here.

How is Butch getting along with his bed by now. You tell him for me, that he better be a good boy for his mommie.

There are plenty of B-24 planes around here, they fly day and night. I guess [they] have a big field out at the north end of camp.

This is all for this time honey.

All my love to you,

Pres.

P.S. Don’t forget to write to Les. I will [write] too. If you have Jack’s address send it to me. And send me my book of my life in the Army. I may have some time soon to fill more of it out.