Friday June 4

1:00

My Darling,

Well darling I’m afraid I won’t have much to write today. I’m going into town as soon as I finish this letter. Last night was my last night of imp. #2 so Saturday night will be the beginning of imp. #3. I don’t know whether I will finish it or not. The way the fellow talked at the A.S.T.P. board, I could have anytime. Of course their is a chance that I wont leave till I finish school, but I will just have to wait and find out. I would like to go to Ashland; it’s supposed to be a nice place with plenty of grass and trees. They are allowed to fish in the Platte River too. I guess they can’t swim because it is so swift and has whirlpools. Everyone that came from there had a nice tan. Speaking of tan, my chest is just about thru peeling. It left quite a bit of tan but not near as much as it should have. It’s the first time I’ve been burned so bad that I blistered. I’ll know better next time. I think this sun here burns easier that it does back their. The air isn’t as damp probably.

Our barracks went thru the gas chamber yesterday. It was a room about 20 ft. square and with a low ceiling. First we went in and just stood around the walls while the instructor lit some of this stuff to make tear gas. As soon as we smelled it we put our masks on. We just stood around in it for about five minutes and then we each had to take our mask of and walk from one side of the room to the other ad back out the door. As soon as we took our masks off our eyes began to burn and it stings your lungs too. By the time you got back to the door it was almost impossible to see. We were all crying like babies. It took nearly five minutes before I could see well. It doesn’t hurt you any but I can see how uncomfortable it would be without a mask. I got your Sunday, Monday, & Tuesday, letters today. I’ll answer what I can now and do the rest tomorrow.

I see you are still using the Cornhusker stationary. Shame on you, you must have taken enough to last a long.

So you had pop-corn at Golden Gardens. I’m glad you could go to Seattle dear. I bet you and mother are regular and pals by this time.

So Vern is in Texas. I haven’t heard from him since I wrote quite a while ago. I wouldn’t be surprised if they get married when Virginia writes him.

Well dear, Tuesday’s letter is so long that I will wait and answer it tomorrow.

Good-bye for now dearest.

I love you.

Your husband

Glenn