Oct 16, 1945
Oct. 16, 1945 Sweetheart, The Army has finally become it’s dreariest. Eleven days with you makes everything else pretty bad. I love you so. The train to Kansas City was a streamliner and pretty nice. It arrived on time so I hd an hour layover. Went into the lunch room and had 117 beans, 1/57 cubic inch of pork and two slices of brown bread. Tasted swell! The train to Salina was quaint. Pot bellied stove in one end and gas light. I slept most of the was thanks to the dull lighting. Got here at 11:30 and hopped a bus to the field. After I signed in I went back to my barracks. What a mess. The beds were all torn down and all the mattresses gone. No lights either. I quietly muttered an “Oh Pashaw” and slept on the floor. Bob came at six, looked around and curled up in a corner. We got up at eight and had two cups of coffee. We moved all of ...