‘brother Tommy in the Outpost this
— gu | thousand miles without leaving the
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cut between every four to seven
days and I mean it has to be short.
Our shoes have to be shined so
that we can see to comb our hair
in them, our pants pressed so we
could cut ourselves on them, our |
shirt starched so stiffly it would
fall with a bang if we dropped it.
We have to be perfect in every-
thing. I often wondered where that
tough Marine Corps was that I
heard so much about, but now I
know. Boy, the infantry has noth=
ing on this place. We just had a
dummy run as I'm sabatoge chaser
tonight and the alarm just rang.
Boy, we really moved out.
Well, I might as well tell you my
new address. It’s Evan H. Evans,
Puget Sound Navy Yard, Marine
Barracks, Bremerton, Washington.
I'll close for this time as I really
need some sleep and I have a fire
watch to stand yet tonight. *
P Yours truly,
+ Evan H. Evans
U.S. M. C. |
P. S. I'd like to say ‘hello” to |
Carl Carey and Ted Evans and 1
hope they're O. K.
P. P. S. Don’t forget the paper.
® Glad to see you are back on the
job—and apparently feeling tip top
and no worse for your Pacific ex-
periences. There's a letter from
week.—Editor.
Meets Ernie Line
September 6, 1943.
Dear Editor:
I sent you a card about a week
ago from South America with my
address on it, but since then have
received a new A. P. O. number,
so if I am still elegible for the ‘Post,
I will appreciate it very much to
have it sent to my new address.
I haven't seen our home town paper
in over a month so it’s going to be
more than a pleasure when I begin
to receive it again.
I am somewhere in North Africa
now. I've had a few thrilling ex-
periences, but I'm afraid the censor
wouldn't like it very well if I wrote
about them, so I'll have to forget
them for the present time.
I met an old friend of mine in
Dakar. Perhaps you know him.
He taught school at good old Dallas
Borough. I was given a cot to
sleep on the night I visited Dakar
and ‘lazily fell on to it. I heard
this familiar voice so I sat up and
studied his face until I recognized
him to be Ernie Line. He didn’t
know me when I introduced myself
until I mentioned my name. We
more than enjoyed each other's
company talking over old times
that night.
I've also enjoyed my visits in
Manacheck, Algiers, Constantine,
and a few other small places as far
as learning their living conditions,
etc., but it has become far from
enjoyable when I had to begin to
live under those same conditions.
Never in my life have I traveled
ten miles to take a shower until
now. It's easy to get a ride by a
truck of some kind, so we don’t
mind it at all.
The Arabs here are hated by us
more than the negroes were hated
by the Rebels in the states. I've
never seen a more dirty race of
people than they are. They buy
mattress covers from the boys for
as much as twenty dollars and then
wear them for robes.
Due to the censor I am unable
to write very much more and since
my time is limited I'll close now. 1
must apologize for this writing
paper which you will find to be
somewhat soiled and I imagine
hard to read, but conditions here
prevent a neat letter. Until the
next time when I hope I'll be re-
ceiving the Post, I remain,
S/Sgt. Robert B. Price
Somewhere in Africa
e You bet youre elegible for the
Post, Bob. Your pop gave us the
new address almost before you
landed, with a warning not to get
yours and Bill's addresses mixed
up. So now the Post goes out each
week—one across the Atlantic to
you and one across the Pacific to
Bill.—Editor.
From Pacific Northwest .... .... |
September 6, 1943.
Dear Howard:
Since I've been out here In
Washington I've been getting the
Post regularly and certainly have
been enjoying it. Many and many
are the times I've promised myself
to sit down and say SO on paper,
but then I would look ahead to the
time I hoped to tell you in person.
Well, I've been in Dallas twice
since Uncle Sam changed my ad-
dress, but each time the hours in
the day seemed to shrink and then
I'd find myself on the way back to
camp without having dropped in
on you and the Post. y
I was lucky enough to spend a
large part of the summer in the
East, at Fort Monroe, Virginia,
(Yes, the Post traveled about seven |
United States just to get to Vir-
ginia. I didn’t mention it, because
I was never sure just how long I'd
be there.) working hard at a G. L
school surrounded by the darndest
heat south of the Mason-Dixon line,
but well compensated for by the
fact that my better half was with
me.
After the war, sometime, a good
newspaper research man will prob-
ably tell me why the Army has
spent so much money shipping men
so darn far from home when they
could do identical jobs just a few
miles away. I'm speaking of men
never destined to leave for a war
zone, Maybe you know the answer,
Howard, and if so I certainly would
like to hear it.
Sincerely, ;
Cpl. T/5 Roswell Murray
Fort Canby, Washington
® Met your dad and mother at
the election booth on Tuesday.
From. the results, I dont think I
worked hard enough on ’em.—
Editor.
Has Three Teeth
September 9, 1943.
Dear Editor:
Well, T guess it is about time I
thank you for the good old Dallas
Post. That paper is some paper.
If a guy wants to know what is
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going on back there, all he has to
do is get the fine fellows back in
Dallas to send him it and his
worries are over. "It sure makes
a fellow feel good to get it.
I was home in May and had a fine
son born-to me. He now weighs
15 pounds, has three teeth and
only three months old. I am
looking forward to coming home in
January (I hope) and when I do
he will most likely want to join
the Army.
Thanks again for the Post and
keep things under control.
Yours,
Harley Misson
Fort Canby, Wash.
P. S.° I'am not across, but all
I have to do is fall out of bed and
I will be in the Pacific Ocean.
© = Harley: Before you fall in the
cold waters of the Pacific, fill out
a Free Posts for Soldiers blank and
send it to Martha. She’s driving
me “nuts” because she hasn't com-
plete records on a lot of you fellows.
She wants the boy’s name, too.—
Editor
Hits The Hammock
September 14, 1943.
Dear Editor:
I wish to thank you for sending
me the Post. It has been forwarded
to me from Sampson, New York.
I arrived at this station Septem-
ber first, and started aviation radio
school Monday, the sixth.
We get up at 0600 and start our
school day off by cleaning the bar-
racks, taking calisthenics, and
falling in that ever endless chow
line by 0730. School is from 0800
to 1700 with 40 minutes off at noon
for mail call and chow. The eve-
ning" from 1800 to 2130 is our own
time, unless compelled to attend
night school for not having our
lessons prepared. ~ In this time I
manage to do my wash and ironing,
study, swab the deck, go to the
canteen and write letters, if I have
time. When the lights go out at
2130, I pack all my troubles in my
old sea bag and hit my hammock.
|
I'm hoping to see a picture of
our honor roll in a future Post.
I remain,
"Elmer S. Hunt S. 2/C
( Barracks 20, Sec. B
U.S. NATIT.C
Memphis, Tenn.
P. S. I also wish to say “hello”
to the class of 44 at Dallas Borough.
® We'll bet there is nothing in
| Tennessee that can beat the sunset
we had last night (Sunday) or the
sunrise we had this morning
(Monday). Believe it or not I saw
both of them. Those who didn’t
see the sunrise this morning, missed
one of the most beautiful skies I
have ever seen.—Editor.
Bang
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“This War Will Become Bigger and Tougher . . .
During the Long Months to Come”
Franklin D. Roosevelt
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Li has fallen —but the war is not over and
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think of the men dying at this moment.
Can we, you and I, afford to let them down—
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