GLC09662.024: Warren Harold Schwartz to Cous and Marcia, June 6, 1941.: Page #4
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II remarked that he was going to arrange it. We move out with full field pack, sheets, quilt, and extra blankets and any of our personal things we want to take. Here's where the radio pays dividends, as it's going to help to while away long evenings at the lake. I went to town as soon as I got off K.P., had a good meal, walked around town and did some shopping, got my civilian clothes from the dry cleaners, took in a show, and here I am sitting in the day room about ten o'clock, surrounded by drunks, trying to write this letter. If it sounds a little incoherent, blame it on my surroundings. Let's see, where was I? Oh, yes, let's go back to Wednesday morning at five AM. We started out with full field packs headed for some unknown destination, which we reached about eight o'clock. We camouflaged the trucks, and then sat down to wait for the next move. Guards were posted from the first and third squads, while my squad, the second, was held as the reserves. We stayed in that same spot from Wednesday at eight o'clock until Thursday night at nine o'clock. For that long period, we did nothing, expecting to be moved at any time. I had my radio with me, which helped an awful lot. I couldn't sleep, as the flies and mosquitoes down her are gigantic and particularly relish the flesh of fat northern boys with Boston accents. I'm getting punch drunk from taking futile swings at the voracious and persistent creatures, but all to no avail.