Letters from George

Dear Marian

I guess my last letter was rather discouraging. I got out of quarantine today and it's like being a free man. They had us kidded along that we might be over a month before we were let out and I thought I would go crazy.

They kept us in one building just in case someone had measles, mumps or something. They wouldn't let us out unless some officer marched us out to drill. On Sundays they even marched us to church. We had a lot of fun though telling jokes and playing cards.

From now on after about five O'clock I can do what I want. I'm with a swell bunch of fellows. They are mostly from New York. I've got a couple of buddies I stick with all the time from Brooklyn. All of the fellows act as though they had known you all their lives.

Carl Hotner is stationed at an Air Base about forty miles from here. When I get a chance I'm going to look him up. I got a card from him today. Betty Aiello's boyfriend used to ride to work with me. I used to drink with him. If you see her again tell her I would be glad to hear from him.

Don't send any writing paper or anything. I really don't need a thing. I can buy writing paper and toilet articles, etc. at the Post Exchange cheaper than it can be bought in a store. It also would cost more to send it than it cost. Thanks just the same.

We have the life of Riley here on weekends. We're off from noon Saturday until Monday morning. Some crazy things happen here. The other night our corporal came back drunk with a box of about a hundred sandwiches he stole at an officers party. He woke us up at the middle of the night to divide them amongst us. Last Sunday right in the middle of the Mass a Sergeant came in and stopped the priest to ask for ten men to get haircuts or the barber would go home. We can expect anything to happen.

I'll be allowed to go to town a few nights a week and almost every weekend. Everything looks rosier now. I think I've gained some weight. I know I'm [strikethrough] in better shape than I ever was. When I get back I guess I'll take walks to Camden for exercise.

Best of luck. Everything's swell

Your Brother George.

Give my regards to Mick and Gary.