April 28, 1942
Camp Livingston, LA

Dear Wanda,

Sorry I have neglected to write to you, but I had access to some books and you know how I am when I get to reading. I have read 11 books since last Sunday week and my eyes are no worse, so I guess they’re OK.

I got my plate today that mom sent. Also got her letter. I think I can get my teeth fixed up if I redo them a little and keep complaining.

I wish I could be there for graduation but no I won’t. I don’t know what to get you, unless I get that typewriter I once said I’d get, but with a furlough coming up, I’m going to need all the money I can get a hold of, $45 doesn’t grow on bushes.

If you can suggest something you want, I’ll try to get it. It makes me feel rather bad, not to be able to get more for the kids. I didn’t buy much for Christmas and I never remember birthdays until their past. I wrote to my dear little redhead the other day, but I suppose you’ve read that. When I’m writing to her is the only time I can break down and write, what I please, and a little nonsense without being afraid of hurting someone’s feeling or making a damn fool out of myself. You don’t necessarily have to show this to her, it might make her hold too tight. Ha ha! I know what will happen now.

I went out to litter drill this forenoon and went around the course twice. It didn’t bother me as much this time as it did before. This afternoon I went to the parking lot and puttered around. I didn’t dare do a full days work right off, kinda take it gradually.

Yesterday morning, I was one of the drivers picked to put on a demonstration of loading trucks on flat cars and fastening them on. In the afternoon I stuck around the motor park.

There’s going to be a house cleaning in this outfit come 1 July. Everyone, non-com and first class privates will be broke and re-started. The ones that have ratings now may get them back or maybe someone else will get theirs. We won’t know until after it’s over, but I know that it won’t get any better and will be lucky to keep what I have.

I got my new drivers license yesterday. I am allowed to drive passenger cars and any truck up to one and a half ton jobs, this includes jeeps, ambulance, command cars, half tons and the size I drive now.

Say, I don’t remember whether I said anything in that letter to Peg that I don’t want certain parties to know or not. If I did, and you read it, you know what to do. If you don’t know anything about it so much the better, I’ll tell you when I see you. Well this is all for now.

Your brother,

Wayne

P. S. Write and tell Peg to write oftener or more often. I’m not going to write two letters to one person unless I get one from them in between, anymore. WS.