Letters from George

Colorado?

Dear Marian

How is everything going? I hope little Gary does know me when I get home. I'm not sure because they change their minds around here every half hour but I'm supposed to get a furlough next month. The fellow that sleeps next to me got an emergency furlough because his aunt died. When they gave it to him they told him it would count as a regular furlough because the rest of us are all getting furloughs in a month. They only gave him seven days though and if that is all I get I would only have about three days home.

The picture I sent when I had hair was taken before the bald headed picture. My hair is still only about a quarter of an inch high. I was heavier in the baldy picture but I lost the weight again when I was in the hospital.

I hope you hit that 282 that was on back of the? picture. I don't even think they know what playing the numbers means around here. I've never heard anyone talk about them.

I think I'm going to be a marathon walker. We have a series of walking tests to make. Last week we started. We had to walk five miles in an hour which is almost running. The other day we made twenty-five miles in six hours and twenty minutes with a field pack, rifle, bayonet, and a canteen full of water. This is the best time yet for carrying so much weight. We even beat the Commandos and they are a tough outfit.

Those kids of Sarah's really stick up for me, don't they. Well I hope I do get a chance to kill a few Japs. It sounds simple but sometimes I dream of taking a shot at a Jap and seeing him throw up his hands and fall over backwards. I hope it comes true.

So Long George