Transcription of Document FFDoc-0667.pdf

Tues. 25 April '44, 6:30 P.M.

Dear Mom -

Ha - betcha never expected to hear from me here, eh? But Uncle Sam likes to see his boys travel, evidently.

We left Crowder at 10 P.M. Sat nite - on a Pullman - meals in the diner, excellent sleeping, leasurely resting, etc were ours for about 36 hours. We had a 4 hr stopover at Harrisburg, Pa., where we changed to coaches yesterday afternoon.  & we were already 5 hrs late pulling into Harrisburg. So we didn't get here till 6 P.M. yesterday - & then we rode to camp in Packard 15 passenger limousines (2x as long as an ordinary auto).

The chow here is pretty fair so far. And I suppose it will continue to be that way. But we have to eat off those damned tin trays; I prefer china.

We're living in long, spacious, clean dorms. This is a permanent barracks - 4 stories high. & the cafeteria serves about a thousand G.I's per meal. By the way, this is the first permanent barracks I've seen since I've been in the Army.

There's not much I can tell you in the way of what we're doing & what we're going to do here. As yet, we're not sure we're "in", since most of us don't possess the qualifications of those who are already in the outfit. But we're all keeping our fingers crossed - or rather saying our prayers, that everything turns out all right.

Life is easy - so far - here. Ass I understand it, we get no K.P. or details. And I understand we stand retreat only every so often. We're off at 4:30 & when our passes come through, will be able to go to town every night - no bed check.

There's more civilians working here than G.I's. We work in a large office building. Our floor is so big that the office girls skate around it - honestly. And there's so many women here it looks like Macy's department store in the office.

Mom, I can't tell you what I'm doing here nor what I'm going to do, as I said before. First - we don't quite know ourselves; & second - we're not permitted to tell you. So please don't write & ask questions. If anybody should ask you what I'm doing, tell 'em I'm studying radio repair. For all you know, I am.

Please send me Joe's address. If my dough holds out & I can get a pass I think I'll go up to Atlantic City this weekend & see him. So let me know how he's situated in that respect.

Well, mom, I have to write Peg - so I'll close for the present. I guess mail should travel fast from here to New York.

Keep praying.

Love, as ever,

Frank