Camp Carson, on arrival (autumn 1942) — Camp Carson, Colorado
Colorado
Dear Marian
We finally got settled and I landed a thousand miles from nowhere. There are no houses within sight of this camp. All we can see is mountains. The nearest town is about seven miles away and this is always loaded with Soldiers (they say). Am not allowed to leave the camp for fourteen days yet.
I'm not with anybody I knew from Beverly or Burlington but its not hard to make friends in the Army. Everything is swell here. The food is great and we live in clean heated barracks.
They keep us so busy I have a hard time to even write. When I start to write they come in and call us for some inspection, to eat, or some other army stuff. But this will be different after the first two weeks. Try to answer the first chance you get. A letter from home really comes in good. Let me know how Mick and little Gary are doing.
I know this letter is boring but since I haven't got out of camp to see anything but Army life there is nothing else for me to write about. There is no chance of getting home until after the war is over. They don't give furloughs. The best I can get is a weekend pass and it takes two and a half days to get to Philadelphia.
When I get a chance I'll buy some pictures of myself in a uni[form] I'm really a killer. I don't look a bit better than I did in civilian clothes.
The engineers are the first to advance and we are only supposed to be in this country about ten weeks so try to answer as quick as you can.
Your Brother George.