April 27, 1942
Camp Livingston, LA.

Dear Jay,
Received your letter this morning and am breaking the rules again by answering it the same day.
I can see that you were learning a little in school by the use of those “two for“ words instead of the old two cent kind. Your letters (both of them) were interesting.
So the weather kind of fooled, you huh? You had ought to see the weather here. It is really nice now, bright sun (we are all getting a good tan) and all. It is rather cold nights, but we sleep with the sides of the tent rolled up, so it can’t be as cold as it is up there.
I haven’t been to a show for about a month even though the theater is only about 400 yards from my tent. I haven’t been to town either, just stayed in and been a good boy (reason – broke).
Sorry you hurt your ankle and couldn’t show your ability in acrobatics. I can imagine how it pains.
As to that impertinent question about the girls, you are perfectly safe in assuming that I don’t know; though as you said, “it don’t hurt to ask“.
They have truck inspections every day now. Inspect one truck a day, mark all that’s wrong with it and give the driver two days to get it fixed. They also give us two hours a day (motor call) to work on them and you have to keep busy the whole time. This keeps us from getting K.P. or guard duty Thank God we got it at last, tried for six months, right?
My truck was inspected Monday while I was at class, the first one, so I got Tuesday and Wednesday to fix it up. Most of the “unsatisfactory” items were a lot of B.S. such as lights when all that was wrong was a spot of paint on a blackout lens, etc.
Yesterday I hauled equipment out in the field for class but just sat around doing nothing. Truck drivers get away with more than most. In the afternoon we got shots for yellow fever and by the time, that was over it was motor call.
This morning Sergeant Hager, Ray. (I imagine mom knows him) ask me if I’d rather have trash duty than go to class. It isn’t necessary to tell you which I did.
This afternoon I went to class and as usual when they have litter drill, I was a patient. I went out and crawled into a deep hole and went to sleep. By the time the litter squad found me, it was time to go to the parking lot. Plenty good!
Well, I wouldn’t be too surprised if this letter was getting for some and as I have to shave tonight, anyhow I think I better sign off.
Your “big” brother,
Wayne
P.S. I think I’m still your big brother unless you’ve grown plenty since I saw you. I weigh in about 170 now WS.