November 13, 1940

Dear Pauline,

I have registered for conscription draft and as of yet do not know what my serial number is. They have an office downtown where a person can check their serial number - I’ll just wait till they start listing them in the daily newspapers. We have been working steady and our plant has been hiring new men and girls at a rate of $3.00 a day for the past 3 weeks. But now they are easing up. I was promoted to a better job, but I turned it down. They were going to make a trimmer out of me at a $1.14 an hour that meant I would have to work with tacks in my mouth and some jobs you spit plenty of tacks. Others move, but they don’t tell you what operation you go on, you have to take that chance. Maybe next year when my turn comes again I’ll take a whack at it. I went to our optician the other day to have my eyes examined; lately my left eye has had a tendency to develop a sty, ever so often. So I was under the impression I needed glasses.

I took the required eye test and the doc said my vision was normal, it was 20-25 and that I did not need any glasses. The examination cost $2.00.

The company is still checking persons for their birth certificates. I received a post card from Al Bhick, he is in Los Angeles, California at present and headed for Brisco. He made the trip by driving a new car there to the coast. He got the job here in Detroit through a drive away car agency. I have been behaving pretty good lately in fact I have opened a bank account and have over 100 bananas salted away.

Our Armistice Day parade turned out to be a total loss it rained most all day and a few scattered regiments turned out. I stayed long enough to see those drum majorettes strut their stuff. We had a terrific storm the other day, 3 persons lost their lives and the property damage was heavy.

The wind got so strong it blew down one of those radio broadcasting towers. I’m glad to hear everybody’s feeling o.k. As for ma she ought to take it kind of easy and have that pain checked by the doc. My stomach goes hay wire now and then; maybe that’s why I get a sty in my left eye. There is a little resemblance between you and the air line hostess, the only difference I detect is that she ain’t knocked knee’d – ha-ha – well, till next time then “Auf Wiedersehn” as they say in Milwaukee.

Your Bro,

Pete