Letters from George

Dear Marian

I was glad to hear from you. I would have wrote sooner but we have been going out on bivouac (camping out) three quarters of the time lately. I have been eating and sleeping out in the field more than I have in the camp.

The next three weeks we are going to Lake George. This is about ninety miles from here way up in the mountains. We have to build roads up there for practice over seas. I wont be in camp any of this time so I might not have a chance to write. Dont worry if you don't get another letter from me for a while because that is the reason but try to write me because I will receive my mail.

There is no way of me telling when I will get a furlough now. Furloughs are cancelled now until this Lake George job is done. They stop furloughs for a week or two and then let about ten men go home and stop them again. At this rate it might be a couple of months.

I might be moved from this camp before I get home. Sixteen of our men move from here tomorrow. Three months ago we had over two hundred men in our company and now we have only a little over a hundred. A lot of the men we lost were sent to limited service outfits.

When I do get my furlough it will be ten days. This will give me five days at home. It wont allow me much time to visit all of you and to give my woman a break too.

I cut a picture out of the paper of a dance our company had but I lost it. We have dances about once in three weeks. Almost all of the women are glamour girls wearing Evening gowns. I never dance because I'm used to the sloppy joe style. I've never tried this high class waltzing yet.

My nights are pretty well occupied between these dances, shows, and soft ball. Jiny Faltenburg? was here the night before last doing the Rhumba and the Conga.

I'm playing third base on our companies soft ball team. I never was so hot in baseball but most of the Engineers are over thirty years old. They are so rotten playing ball that they think I'm a star.

Did you read in any of the papers at home about President Roosevelt visiting Camp Carson. It was in the New York papers because one guys father sent him some pictures and clippings about it from the New York Times.

One fellow with me lives about a hundred fifty miles away. He got a three day pass to go home and he stayed eight days. When they asked him why he didn't come back on time he told them his favorite pig was going to have sals and he couldn't leave until it was all over. This just goes to show you how goofy some of these farmers from this part of country are.

Well I guess this is enough. Dont worry when you don't hear from me. No news is good news. But you write often

Your big brother George