Feb 23, 1942
Camp Livingston, LA

Dear Dad,
I’ve written to nearly everyone else and figured it was about time I dropped a line to you, again so here goes.
I’ve told about all of the news, I know of around here, in my letters to mom but maybe I can scrape off a little dust and find enough to fill this sheet.
I got Mom’s letter this noon, also two from Ruth, one had been held up a couple of days somewhere. I had begun to wonder what was wrong.
I’m sorry to hear about the cattle, but maybe it could have been worse. Turner is a hell of a poor vet, in my estimation. He’d rather play politics than studying his business.
Last night after I finish that letter to mom, Charlie and I went over to where Leland sat, with a girl and told him we wanted to go back to camp. He said it was only 10 o’clock and he promised to go at 11:10. We lost track of him shortly afterward and upon going out we discovered the truck was gone. We waited until the U.S.O closed about 11:30 then went down and caught a bus back to camp.
I don’t know what time he came in, but I know he lied. I laid the law down to him and I’ll bet it don’t happen again.
I’m still pretty stuffy but feel a lot better than I did over the weekend. Several of the boys are in the same shape.
Well it’s nearly time for lights out (10:30) and I have already caught heck twice for having them on late to read, so had better quit now.
Your loving son,
Wayne