Dear Folks:

I guess I’ve been getting a little lax in my letter writing.  Guess I don’t realize it.

Today was Sunday and Gram and Dick came up on the eight o’clock bus but I had to leave for Camp Callan just as they arrived.  However I was back at one o’clock so we had plenty of time together.  We saw a show and then ate in a restaurant and talked until time for their bus to go back home.  I showed Gram around our encampment and even brought her in our tent.  She seems to be very happy and healthy.  Dick is a little restless not having any work yet but he’ll get on soon and he’ll be a good worker.  Suppose they have written all about his offers and courses.  If he is not thinking very seriously of going to college I believe he should take advantage of the four year deal.  Tool and die making is a very definite profession of its own.  A man skilled in that line is usually in demand.

Got all the good cookies nice and fresh.  A bunch of chowhounds were here when I opened the package so one can has met its fate.  Grandma brought me some apples, some peanuts and popcorn and some cigarettes so my locker is well stocked.  When I miss a meal sometimes for any reason such items fill the gap.  The bugler’s sister works in a bakery so we get eats from him too.

I remember in one of your letters you wanted me to tell you what I did and how my schedule works.  So here goes.  First call is at 6:15, reveille at 6:25, and assembly at 6:30.  After assembly we fall out until seven when we put on the rest of our clothes and the ambitious ones wash and cleanup.  At seven we have breakfast.  At seven twenty until 7:40 we have calesthenics or “calahooics” followed by police call at 7:40 and sick call at eight.  At 8:00 the ‘work’ of the day begins.  Usually the battery will go out on a problem, that is, into the field to simulate firing.  However I’m a clerk so I remain here at the camp and loaf around the office tent.  At noon chow and at one back to what we are doing.  Recall is at 4:45 to get ready for retreat formation at 5:30 followed by chow at six.  From then on, time is our own and we are allowed to go to town but not outside the city limits.  Taps at eleven.  That’s a usual day but interspersed is KP, fatigue, and latrine duty and also guard duty.  Guards walk two and sleep four hours for a 24 hour shift.

I have some more pictures I took of around here.

What a blow to the Peters.  That’s a terrible tragedy that makes this whole thing seem like a devil’s mad dream.

Suppose Stephensons were struck dumb also.

I’ll write sooner next time.  Got my glasses fixed and put in first class shape.

Love,