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1941-1008 Mom

Note: This is the first time he writes his rank as Private First Class (PFC) on the letterhead, but mysteriously it doesn’t appear regularly until Feb 1942. I’m not certain when he was promoted. Using stationary from Indiantown Gap but writing from Ft. Bragg.

Oct 8, 1941
Ft. Bragg NC


Dear Mom,
Was beginning to think something was wrong up there as I had heard nothing from you, Ruth, or Peg. I received your letter this morning.

Those pictures were taken in the Regimental Rec Hall in Indiantown for the yearbook. I got the proofs about a week ago, selected B, the other one for the yearbook, also ordered two of the same something. I’ll get a couple more if you want to for you and Mama Rose. I want to give Ruth one and had plans to give you the other, but would like one for myself.

I imagine you were surprised to see that money order, but I thought it was time to start saving a little, even if it did cut me short. There isn’t much to spend money for here.

Monday was the day maneuvers started. The 28th is in reserve with the 51st Regulars and the 44th and 29th are supposed to be in combat.

We had to be ready to leave camp (base) at 3:00 Monday morning but didn’t leave till about 4:30 then I left alone as I had the station equipment. I met the rest of the Regiment at 8 o’clock and camped. The only camping I did was to open the station blanket pouch, take out three blankets, climb on top of my canvas top and bed down. I slept from then until 1:30 this morning (Wed), quite a sleep, eh?.

We got up this morning at 1:30 and started out somewhere. Most of the convoy got lost (we turned around four times in half an hour) but finally wound up in the right place, 20 miles away after 5 hours. Hileman was driving so I curled up and slept some more. I don’t know where we are more than just somewhere in South Carolina and likely to move anywhere within state at five minutes notice.

I have quite a cold and have been kinda down in the dumps for the last week. The heat is awful along with the sand, dust, and worst of all just laying around with nothing to do. It wears the nerves to a frazzle. If it wasn’t for magazines, I’d go nuts.

Well I’ll close for now mostly because there’s nothing more to say and I’m getting tired again.

Love to all, Wayne


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