Dec. 28, 1943

 

Dear mom,

            I just got through putting my clothes in the Post Mail Depot so they’ll be on the way or may be even home when you read this.

            Tomorrow we leave for the rifle range for three weeks and should you not hear from me as regularly as you have, you’ll know I’m busy with guns (rifles, machine guns, etc.)

            I got your last letter and was glad to hear your health is approximately what it should be.  So Schager is surprised I’m in the Marines.  Well he’s no more surprised than me.  They’re not any nuttier at Newburgh than they are here.  Sometimes I am forced to lean on something and laugh till I’m sick at the antics of these drill instructors.  One thing though the range will be more interesting than drill tactics etc.  I’m going to really give that rifle hell.  It may give me a few extra dollars to make sharp shooter or expert marksman.

            So until the time when I can write you a full fledge letter I’ll hang up.

            Take the best of care of yourself.  To bad Donnie’s old mom has to leave.  Thank Mollie for her note to me and say hello to Frank.  He wrote.

                                                                        Love,

                                                                            Bun.

P.S.  My 1st pay was 15.00 so now I have $22.00  One more pay and I might have train fare if not I’ll let you know what I need.

                                                                            Bun.