 |
|
|
|
|
|
The following white men reported to the local Draft Board Wednesday of this week for induction into service:
* * * * The following colored draftees were inducted into service on May 28th at Fort Sam Houston:
* * * * Marshall Braddock, a Cordele boy, who is in the service and stationed at Fort Lewis, Washington, has been promoted to corporal. This will be pleasing news to the young man’s many friends. * * * * Public Relations Office Chanute Field, Ill., informs the Herald that Private Leeman Martin, son of Mr. and Mrs. B. L. Martin of LaWard…[additional information illegible] * * * * L. L. Zimmerman, former member of the Edna high school faculty and assistant football coach, came in from Carlsbad, New Mexico Tuesday to leave with the selectees Tuesday night. He will attend an officers’ training school. * * * * Private Alvin Meyer who is stationed at Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio, spent the last week end with his brother-in-law and sister, Mr. and Mrs. Mamerow, of the Ganado section. He also visited with friends at Palacios and Blessing. * * * * Sgt. Aubrey Stallings, who has been in the service for a year or more and who is stationed at Camp Baring, Florida, came in the last week end to visit his brother, Mrs. W. B. Stallings and other relatives and friends. * * * * Mrs. T. K. Watterson, of Victoria, is instructing us to change the address of her husband’s Herald, says: “My husband is not in the States now and I wish for you to send the paper to him. He is stationed in the Canal Zone, at Fort Davis. His full address is First Lieutenant T. K. Watterson, c/o Headquarters, Fort Davis, Canal Zone.” Mr. Watterson, who was Triple A Administer in Jackson County for several years, has many friends among our people who will be interested in knowing his whereabouts. Mr. Watterson has been in service some little time. * * * * Mrs. Dale Rodgers of the Morales section informs the Herald that she had received a letter from her brother, D. E. Elder, who is in Uncle Sam’s armed forces, in which he said: “I will probably embark before you receive this letter. Tell my relatives and friends that I hope to be back with them some time in the future and that while I’m away I will think of them often. I have been up all night in charge of the quarters and am very sleepy. You will not hear from me for some time, but don’t worry. I’ll write as soon as possible. I have heard in a round about way, but not from Vernon, that they landed safely somewhere in Ireland. Also heard from another brother. In fact, I almost caught up with him before they left New York. Mrs. Rodgers has also received a letter from another brother, Hoyt W. Elder, who is in the air corps. He said, among other things: “Have just made another pleasant trip. Sure had a nice time. We have a new bunch of men in our outfit and they are really a nice bunch of boys. We also have a very nice lot of officers, just like a big happy family. * * * * Bob McClung, one of Uncle San’s soldier boys who is stationed at Abilene, spent the last week end with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. A. McClung. * * * * Abraham Trevino, “who recently enlisted in the U. S. Navy, writes us to send him the Herald so he can keep up with Edna news. His full address is Abraham Joe Trevino, A. S. Company 42284 United States Naval Training Station, San Diego, Calif. * * * *
Ventura, California
Mr. H. K. Staples We will let you and our friends know how a couple of Jackson County boys are faring in the Navy. We have been shipped to almost every part and state in the Union for training and have finally settled in the sunshine state of California to build a Naval Base. The barracks for the base are huts shipped to us in crates. They are easily put together in a few hours. All the materials and tools for assembling these huts are in the crates. The tools consist of a hammer and screwdriver. The huts are very comfortable when complete. This work is done by the carpenters in the battalion. Other men do the same type of work they did in civilian life, barbers, bakers, stenographers, mechanics, electricians, bookkeepers and plumbers are a few of the trades here. As the garage has not been erected yet we (Brigham and Franklin) are working in transportation. We are driving jeeps for bus, hauling the men to and from town and about the base. Even though we have seen very little sunshine here, and almost freeze every night, this seems to be a very nice state and the people are nice to us. There is always a group of…with a dance or party and they are usually thrilled when we give them a ride in our jeeps. We have liberty to go to town any time we are not on duty. We can easily go to Los Angeles, Hollywood, or Santa Barbara on nights off and have no trouble making friends in any of these towns. We will let you know how we come out building a base on the outskirts of Tokyo.
Your sincerely, * * * * Mrs. Albert Kennedy of this city has passed on to us the following interesting letter she received from her brother, Warren (“Blackie”) Markham Warren, like many of the Jackson County boys, seems to be faring pretty well in the army: El Paso, Texas, May 26, 1942 Dear Sister and All: Thought I had better drop you a few lines and let you know that I am still around and doing O. K. I just put off writing for a while as my old outfit was leaving out and I thought up to the last couple of days that I was going along and I would write when I got to the new station. I was picked as one of the fifteen men to stay here and start a new regiment—the 601st C. A. But I kind of wish I had gone along with the 79th C. A. They went to Hartford, Conn. I have heard from some of the boys who went along and they like it fine out there. I will probably be here another six months now as we have a new bunch of men to train. I am classified as an artillery instructor. I don’t like it much, but I can’t do anything about it. I surely get disgusted some times. I thought I was dumb, but some guys you can’t teach anything. I wrote Ray at the address you sent me, but haven’t got an answer yet, and it has been about two months since I wrote. But I know Ray is as slow about writing as I am, if not slower. I took out another $2,000 insurance policy and had it made out to Ray, just in case he gets back and I don’t, he will have something to start on. It is high insurance, but I think it is a good policy, but these payments surely do knock a hole in my pay check every month--$8.65, in fact. But I would just blow it in anyway. Well I had better close as I have some studying to do before tomorrow. My address is Battery F, 601 St. C. A. (a. a.), Fort Bliss, Texas * * * * Private Eddie Gabrysch, one of the many Jackson County boys now in Uncle Sam’s service and who is stationed at Hoff General Hospital, Santa Barbara, California, has written the following interesting letter to his brother, Alfred Gabrysch, who resides east of Edna: Dear Bud: Will write a few lines to let you know that I am all right and am still in Santa Barbara. Everybody is surely excited around here today. We had a battle alert. We heard they spotted a submarine somewhere near by and also an airplane carrier. We have been wearing our gas masks for two days now. You can see planes patrolling everywhere, so maybe I’ll get to see some action yet. The hospital is almost blacked-out every night—we only have a few lights burning. No car can drive with lights on any more. I am still working at nights—12 hours per night. They are sending a bunch of men from here to Palm Springs, but I’m not among them. I am glad because it is about 140 miles from the coast and they say it gets very hot there. But here, even in the day we use a blanket to cover with. It is getting pretty dry here now. It hasn’t rained for quite a while. Has it rained at home or has it rained too much? I may be able to get a fifteen day furlough any time. I want it, but I don’t see how I can come home—it’s so far away; about 1800 miles from here home. It would cost me $20.00 one way and that’s a whole lot of money just now. Maybe by August I will be able to make the trip. It will take about four days to make the trip one way, still that would leave one week at home. Surely would like to come home, if even for just a short visit. * * * * We have had lots of help this week in getting up the column—“Our Boys in Service.” We appreciate the relatives of these boys sending in the letters and other items of interest. We have had several boys from Edna and Jackson County tell us that they are greatly enjoying reading the news about the boys in service and who are scattered to the four corners of the earth, as it were. If there are some parents and relatives who wish to have parts of letters from their sons published and do not know what portion of the letters we desire, just bring up the letter and we’ll select the paragraphs we think are the most interesting. Personal matter, of vital interest to parents and other members of the family, are generally omitted, because we believe that is the wish of the boys who write letters home. In almost every letter from the boys in service there is something interesting to the general public.
Edna Weekly Herald, Thursday, June 11, 1942 |
||||||
|
Private First Class Emmett F. Green, son of Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Green who reside on the Crescent V Ranch in the lower end of Jackson County, has written the following letter to his mother. The letter was written from Charleston, S. C. on May 26. However, we notice “Held By Official Orders” stamped on the back. Perhaps the official felt the contents of the letter should not be made public just at this time. The letter: Dear Mother and All: Just a few lines to let you know that we are leaving in about an hour. We will catch the ship at Charleston. I do not know where we are going, but it is to some hospital and we are taking our equipment with us and we will be stationed permanently after we get across. As I have never been on a big ship I don’t know just how it is going to be and I might get seasick. We will probably be on the boat about two months. We have not been paid and now, no telling when we will get paid, as they have never said anything about paying us. Don’t worry about me because I don’t think it is going to be so bad. Emmett’s address is c/o Postmaster N. Y., 18049517 * * * * Paul Dittrich, who has been in the army for some time, visited Edna and Cordele relatives and friends briefly last week while enroute to Temple, where his father, Mr. Wm. Dittrich, former well known resident of the Cordele section is ill. Paul is now a technical sergeant, and is in charge of radio and telephone repairs for his company at Camp Elliott, San Diego, California. * * * * There are several boys from Edna and Jackson County around me here at Camp Barkeley (Abilene): Bob McClung, Bill Simons, Fritz Volkmer and Frank McCaully. We see each other almost every week. This getting together and telling our experiences helps morale a lot. The weather up here at camp is beginning to get hot and dry. The wind blows all the time and there is plenty of dust in the air. It is hard to keep clean. A soldier does not have much time of his own. I go to school four nights a week on top of my training. I am now a corporal and that adds to my work. Alfred Strane A friend of the Herald, and who is also a friend to Alfred, has kindly sent the Herald the above letter for publication. It’s cooperation of that kind that helps to make the column “Our Boys in Service” interesting. * * * * County Clerk M. T. Simons phones us that Buck (Lloyd) Kelton, who is stationed at Fort Jackson, South Carolina, writes to have the Herald sent to him so that he can keep tab on home news and his buddies in other camps. Buck’s full address is Private Lloyd C. Kelton, 117 Inf. Co. I, U. S. Army, Fr. Jackson, S. C. * * * * Dr. R. W. Wells has ordered the Herald sent to his sons, Robert and Pat, who are now serving Uncle Sam in the army and navy, respectively. Their addresses are: Robt. W. Wells, (380-74276) Hq. 138 Inft., care postmaster, Seattle Wash., and John Pat Wells, U. S. Naval Training School (Radio) University Wisconsin, Stadium Sec. G., Madisonville, Wisc. Pat recently had a siege with a case of pneumonia, but we are glad to learn that he is now all right again. Judging from Son’s (Robt.) address we would say he was up where there is cold and gold, and maybe he will run across another old Edna Cowboy, Travis Wilson. We are betting on these boys doing some pretty good blocking and ball toting when those Japs again visit the Aleutian Islands. * * * * If you like this column, help us to fill it up with interesting news. If you are a soldier boy, write us a letter and tell the folks at home and the boys in other camps your experiences. If you are a parent or kinsman of some of the boys, give the Herald some of the highlights of the letter written home. In this way we can give a lot of news about our boys in service.
Edna Weekly Herald, Thursday, June 18, 1942 |
||||||
|
Mrs. W. W. Deyton of the Lolita section was shopping in Edna Friday. While in the city, she called by the Herald office to leave with us a letter from her son Uranous, who is a member of Uncle Sam’s armed forces and stationed “somewhere” in Australia. The letter follows:
Mrs. Dora Deyton Dear Mother and All: I will drop you a few lines to let you know that I am well and getting along fine. It surely seems like a long time since I heard from you, but as this is wartime, we will probably have lots of hardships before it is over. We Americans have what it takes, and I don’t think it will be very long before the Japs holler “enough.” I don’t want you to worry about me if you don’t hear from me very often for, as you know, it is a long way from here home. We have a big job to do, and just as soon as it is over you will see me coming home. I am really glad that I got to come to Australia, for this is real a nice place and the people are grand—they are like we Americans; they will sacrifice anything for their country. The way we are hitting the Japs now I don’t see how they can last very long. I hope to hear from you soon, and may God keep you all safe and well. My address is: Private Uranous W. Deyton, 155th Station Hospital, A. P. O. No. 924 c/o Postmaster San Francisco, California. * * * * Gordon (Deacon) Raleigh, son of Mrs. Lizzie Raleigh of Edna, who has been in the armed forces for the past few years, and who has “been around” quite a bit in recent months, writes the Herald the following interesting letter from far-off New Jersey: Fort Dix, N. J. 6/25/42.
Mr. H. K. Staples, Well, here I am in Fort Dix, New Jersey, for a change. I have been here two days. I came from Camp Barkeley. It was a long ride from Camp Barkeley to Fort Dix. We left at 7:00 o’clock Sunday and arrived here Wednesday at 11 a. m. Pennsylvania and New Jersey are pretty. We spent half an hour in Philadelphia. I like that city a lot. We came by the way of Fort Worth, Oklahoma City, Chicago and Fort Wayne, Ind. It is a beautiful day in Fort Dix. The temperature is about fifty degrees. The chow is good and all of the boys are in good spirits. I am in a Quartermaster Co., Heavy Maintenance. We expect to sail someday. More troops arriving every day. I am the only Edna boy here that I know of. The boys all eat out of mess kits, but he boys from Texas use paper plates. All of the northern people ask us where we get our money. We tell them we made it with a Georgia Stock and a blind mule. Well, we have a job to do and when all of the old Cowboys get there we’ll keep ‘em growing and we’ll keep the trucks rolling.
Yours truly, Gordon Raleigh * * * * Miss Bertha Horton has kindly sent the Herald the following letter she recently received from Archie Gayle (Bill) Simons, son of Mr. and Mrs. M. T. Simons, of Edna. Camp Barkeley, 6|13|’42 Dear Miss Bertha, I surely was glad to hear from you. I guess we really don’t appreciate our friends until we get away from home. There are several of us here: Fritz Volkmer, Robert McClung, Alfred Strane and two or three others. We usually manage to get together now and then. Don’t have much time to spare now. We have to work all day tomorrow (Sunday) if weather permits. Don’t usually work Sundays, but we are on rifle range now and have to work whenever weather permits. Haven’t been to town since we came here. Don’t have any time except Sunday and we usually rest then. Thanks very much for your letter. Archie * * * * Madison, Wisc. 6|15|42 A friend of Pat Wells, son of Dr. and Mrs. R. W. Wells of Edna, and also a friend of the Herald, has kindly sent us the following interesting letter for our column: “Our Boys in Service:” I enjoyed your letter a lot. Like all other sailors, I await mail calls with eager anticipation, and it was a real pleasure to hear from you. The University of Wisconsin is a fine institution. The campus is beautiful and situated on a lake shore. The people are all very friendly and quite different from the legendary intolerable “Yankees” that are a favorite villain in Southern folklore. Of course, their accent is an eternal source of amusement to be reveled in and I do. But when I open my mouth, they laugh right back, at the utterances that issue forth; so I reckon we are even on that score. This course in radio training is not just what the student wants when he needs grade points. It occupies enough minutes in our day to make our search for extra time quite interesting if at times, mostly futile. But I like it. Receiving the code requires concentrated alertness when the operator speeds up his transmission to fourteen words a minute. Because there are several better students than I, it is very satisfying to be able to equal their scores occasionally. There are two boys here who, I am sure, went to Texas University last year, and (although I am an old Aggie myself) I think a great deal of one of them. There are a great many Texans in this training school and we enjoy our Saturday and Sunday liberties together. We first see the good movies and then maybe dance if we are lucky enough to have dates. There are lots of fair-haired co-eds in Madison who are excellent dancers, too. Next Sunday I have a date with my buddy to go sailing on Lake Mendota. Perhaps if the day is windy and the water is rough, I can get him to sing a seaman’s song in the wind, because he has a wonderful voice, but he like to be coaxed (and just between you and me I sorta think an atmosphere like that would do the suasion for me). And if I am lucky, I might develop sea legs and really be a sailor. Do you reckon there’s a chance? Pat * * * * John Mack Hutcheson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Mack Hutcheson of Edna, who has been stationed at Chanute Field, Ill.., since becoming a U. S. soldier, has ordered his Herald sent to 207 Delaware Ave., Class 7, Buffalo, N. Y. * * * * Billie Power, a member of the U. S. Air Corps, was down from San Antonio the last week end to visit his parents, Mr. and Mrs. F. Power. * * * * Maxwell Gayle, son of Lea Max Gayle of Houston and grandson of Mrs. Geo. S. Gayle of Edna, has been plying the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic ocean on the Standard Oil Company tankers for many months, writes the following interesting letter to homefolks. Maxwell is radio man for the tanker, and has had some very harrowing and interesting experiences. His letter follows: New York, N. Y. Dear Jencie, Grandma, and Aunt Fannie; I arrived here on June 7th from Mobile. We left Mobile on Friday night instead fo Wednesday as they had originally planned. There was a lot of paper work to be done when I got back and I’m glad I went right back to finish it up. The train ride here was really nice and we stopped off in Washington for 2 hours and hired a taxi and rode around Washington to do some sightseeing. We circled around the White House, and then went up past the Capitol and Washington’s Monument and the Library of Congress, and many of the other government buildings. Upon arriving here in New York, they assigned me to another ship immediately and I did paper work on her for several days, while she was in dry dock. Then they put me on the relieving staff for three days and then assigned me to another ship. She is surely a thing of beauty, and it sure does look good to see “Old Glory” flying from the main mast again. She is 14 months old and about the most beautiful ship that I have ever seen. I have a large office deck, filing cabinets, etc., and a fine radio room with all of the available equipment and safety devices and adjoining this I have my sleeping quarters. My cabin is almost as large as the room that I have at home in Houston with a fine clothes closet and chest of drawers, medicine cabinet, wash basin and hot and cold running water. All of the furniture is done up in red leather, including the couch and chairs, etc., and with deep rugs on the floor and forced draft ventilation. The radio room is heavily armored—thick armor plate surrounds the whole room. Of course, this means that the electric lights must be used in my room day and night as there is no source of outside light. We are also heavily armed and can give a good account of ourselves if they want any trouble. Hi! We may be in the vicinity of the Gulf pretty soon, but these ships can load in 12 hours so it is hard to say whether I will be able to see dad or not. Sure do wish that I had gone to Edna and seen grandma and Aunt Fannie. Those cookies surely were good, Jencie. I shared them with some girls that were on the bus on their way to Florida, but there were still a few left when we got to Mobile. Mom sent me a date loaf here and it sure was swell, too. Well, that’s about all the news here now. Hope to be seeing you real soon. Tell everybody hello and give them my love. Enclosed you will find a picture of the ship that I am on now. Please address all mail to me, L. M. Gayle M|S Eso Williamsburg, Foot of East 22nd Street, Bayonne, N. J. * * * * Chalmers Moody of the Red Bluff section, has ordered us to send the Herald sent to his son, Private Wm. B. Moody, whose address is Co. F. 1st, Reg. Q. M. T. C., Brks. 211, Fort Francis E. Warren, Wyo. * * * * Another old Edna Cowboy, now playing on Uncle Sam’s team, writes us an interesting and welcome letter. 6|27|42 Dear Mr. Cap: I have been writing you ever since I left good ‘ole Jackson County on April 4, 1941, but for some reason the letter was never mailed. I’ve missed seeing all of my Jackson County friends, but through the Herald, which mother sends me every week, I’ve been able to keep up with them. Now I look forward to my Herald more than ever because through your “Men in Service” column I’ve found out where a lot of my fellow servicemen are and what they are doing. Here’s hoping that the fellows and their folks will keep your column going and I’m sure they will. You ask the fellows to say something about themselves, so here goes for my 15 months of army life. I left good ole Texas June 30th, 1941 for the Pacific Northwest, arriving in Seattle on July 4th. Other than one close call which I can’t mention here, I have been right here ever since and have enjoyed every day here. I’ve been very lucky in that in January I was promoted from private to a sergeant, and in April was promoted to my present rank—that of a staff sergeant and made the N. C. O. in charge of Seattle Information Center. This is a part of the Aircraft Warning System, which, I understand you now have down there. In April, this year, Dad and Mother came up to visit me. They were here ten days and those were ten very short, but very happy days for this soldier. This is a swell city and the people are very nice to service men. The only thing I can see wrong with it is that it isn’t closer to Jackson County and it doesn’t have good ‘ole Texas weather. Better turn in, so good night. Give my best regards to all my friends, and best personal regards to you and Mrs. Cap.
The same ‘ole Howard * * * * Homer B. Phillips, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Phillips of the Edna section, who is a member of the U. S. Navy, has written his parents the following very interesting letter: Monday, June 22, 1942 Dear Mother and Dad: I am in hopes that this will find you both in good health. As for myself I’m doing just fine and am still in New York on my fifth week here—and I am getting anxious to get going. Would like to get a crack at the Japs before this thing is over with. If you were to ask every sailor here that you meet what two most important things would they like to do. The answer would be to get a Jap and a fifteen day leave to go home. I’ve had a wonderful time here in New York. We get quite a bit of time off in the evening, usually 12 hours, and we also get three out of four week ends off. That gives us a chance to see the sights. I have taken advantage of all the time I can get to go sight seeing. The people here are really wonderful to the men in service. We can go to the best show on Broadway for 28 cents. Some of the shows cost civilians as much as $2.50 for each ticket. One of the finest stage shows in the city is free to us. That’s the Stage Door Wing Canteen operated by the state, screen and radio performers. They give us sandwiches, coffee, cake and cigarettes. The theatre troopers all donate their talent. I’ve heard some of the best known bands play there. Just last week Bennie Goodman’s Band was there; also Bob Hope of the screen and quite a few others. Don’t remember whether I told you that I was up on top of the Empire State Building. Was lucky the day I went up—it was real clear and we got a good view of the city. It is 108 stories to the Observation Tower, and from that distance a car looked about like a bug. The U. S. O. has a very nice place and they do all they can to keep you from getting homesick. Always have a lot of free tickets to ball games and when there is a fight at Madison Square Garden they hand out tickets to us. They also have a kitchen with plenty of good eats and coffee. There’s one thing you seldom see and that is a sailor who isn’t hungry. The navy feeds wonderfully well. We have the very best of everything to eat and it is cooked right and you get all you can eat. The cook says if you don’t get enough the first time, come back again. For example, today at noon we had nice roast beef, lettuce and cucumber salad, potatoes, spinach, pickles, fresh strawberries and cakes and iced tea. Chow like this is good enough for a king. Suppose the number of that brother of mine will soon be coming up. Tell him I said join the navy. I’m sure he will like the navy a lot better than the army. One nice thing about the navy is that you can enlist in any work at whatever trade you have in civilian life, and young fellows who haven’t any trade, have an opportunity to go to trade school. I’d almost give you my right arm to be there to help you folks eat fried chicken, but I guess there will still be lots of chickens left when we win this war, which I don’t think will be very long. The young man’s full address is: Homer B. Phillips, M. O. M. M. 2|C Receiving Ship Seattle Pier 92, West 52nd St., New York City, N. Y. * * * *
War Department Mr. Thad Monroe Green, Vanderbilt, Texas Dear Mr. Green: Reference is made to my letter of June 4, 1942, informing you that your son, Harold B. Green, 20817,363, was carried as missing in action in Java. I am pleased to inform you that the Commanding General of the United States Army Forces in the Far East now reports him as alive and well and on duty with an Air Corps unit in Australia. I deeply regret the anxiety and distress caused by my first report. Very truly yours, J. A. ULIO, Maj. Gen., The Adjutant General The letter from the War Department to Mr. Green about young Ray C. Lyday, was almost a duplicate of the above letter.
Edna Weekly Herald, July 2, 1942 |
||||||
|
From a letter to M. D. Pumphrey from Earl Keith, son of Mr. and Mrs. Bob Keith of the Edna section, in Washington State. “It has really been raining up here. I have been in this place four months and we’ve had only 1 week of sunshine. I expect to be shipped out of here about the last of next week. Of course, I don’t know where they are sending me. I am second cook in this outfit, and boy! am I a chow slinging thing. You ought to drop around and eat some of my hot cakes or roast turkey or roast beef. “Tell Mr. Egg hello and I hope he comes out on the top side, which I know he will. “Boy, I’m as fat as a pig. I weighted 154 when I came in the army and now I weight 178 and am still gaining. Address: Private Earl Keith, P. B. Box 146, Neah Bay, Washington. Mr. and Mrs. Keith have three sons in service, and two more expect to enter in the near future. * * * *
Headquarters, 93d Division My dear Miss Bertha: I deeply appreciated and enjoyed your very thoughtful letter the past week. One of the really rewarding things about having good friends is the joy that they can bring through kindness and thoughtfulness. I can certainly commend your very praiseworthy practice in writing the soldier boys because there is nothing which can help so much in building morale as a “letter from home.” Yet it is difficult for us to have to give up our plans and hopes; but we are all engaged in an undertaking, the success of which will result in our common good. God has opened up a number of fields for service here in the army, and I feel that if we simply surrender ourselves to Him, He can best use us. Perhaps we may become impatient because the task to which He has put us is not the one we would be doing. However, he can see infinitely much more of the great plan than we can and our task may be the very one which is needed to make the entire picture complete. Thank you again for your kindness, and do repeat the favor of writing, please. I haven’t been to Edna in more than two years, but I still remember the very pleasant summers I spent there as a boy. My best wishes and warmest personal regards come to you in this letter. Sincerely, George Staples * * * * Gordon Allen Baker, son of Mrs. Kathryn Baker, and Aldred (Pee Wee) Jetton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Lathy Jetton, have signed up with Uncle Sam’s Navy and expect to be slapping the Japs pretty soon. * * * * The Herald has been ordered sent to Private Carey Pope of Edna, who is serving his Uncle Sam at Astoria, Oregon. We are also ordered to change the address of Kermit Pope’s Herald to Uravan, Colo. * * * * The Herald has received a letter from Ike West of San Antonio who informs us that his brother-in-law, A. P. Ward of Dublin, Texas, was now in the army and is a captain. Alfred Ward, brother of Lafayette Ward of this county, was born and reared here and has a host of friends who wish to congratulate him on entering the service of his country at an age when few men could pass the physical examination. Mr. Ward was a well known athlete in his high school and college days and it seems that time has dealt kindly with him as one has to be a pretty “good man” physically to become a captain in Uncle Sam’s army. * * * * Chas. W. Whitstine, son of Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Whitstine of Edna, who is at Camp Jacksonville, Miss., has been promoted to staff sergeant. A card from him to his parents, states that he likes it fine in that camp. * * * * Emmett Jackson, a member of the Ellington Field air corps, is here from Houston visiting his parents, Mr. and Mrs. S. R. Jackson. * * * * The Herald has been asked a number of times to print in the Herald the addresses of a number of our boys in service so that friends might write to them. As we understand our instructions from the government, we are not permitted to do this. However, if we print a letter from a soldier, his address is given unless a special request comes to omit it. Don’t ask us what the difference is. That’s not for the editor to explain. We are permitted to give the names of the selectees leaving this county, but we are forbidden to give the number of men leaving. So there you are. It is the desire of this writer to give all the news and information we can about our boys in service, but on the other hand we would not print for love or money anything Uncle Sam considers detrimental to our cause. * * * * Mr. and Mrs. G. L. Laughter of this city, have received the following interesting letter from their son, John, who is in the U. S. Air Corps, and who has been stationed at Sheppard Field, Wichita Falls, since entering the service.
Sheppard Field, I was sure glad to graduate today from the Air Corps. It was really a weight off my shoulders. I guess we’ll have to have my diploma framed. By now you have my wire and know the good news. I will teach in the hydraulic branch. Are we happy? But first I have to go to school and learn how to teach. I may be sent to Chanute Field, Ill., for that. Then I will come back here. Keep your letters and the Herald coming this way. Love, John * * * * The following selectees have been sent to San Antonio for a physical examination by the Jackson County Draft Board since June 10. At San Antonio they are given their final examination and those who do not pass will return home. Recently out of 7 colored boys sent to San Antonio, 5 were returned by the physical examiners:
Henry Dee Chivers, Navidad * * * * Lieut, Jimmie Williams, who recently enlisted in the Engineering Corps of the U. S. Army, left the first of the week to report for duty at Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio. Mr. Williams informed us that he did not know where he would be sent from San Antonio. His family accompanied him to the Alamo City. As was mentioned in these columns a week or two ago, Jimmie, who has been city engineer for the City of Edna for the last nine years, at his request, was granted a leave of absence by the city commission, in order that he might volunteer his services to Uncle Sam for the duration. The Herald joins Jimmie’s many friends in not only commending him for his patriotism, but also in the hope that he will find his surroundings pleasant, and, in the end, return home safe and sound.
Edna Weekly Herald,
Thursday, July 9, 1942 |
||||||
|
Private John M. Hutcheson, son of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Hutcheson of Edna, was graduated recently from Chanute Field (Ill.) school of the Army Air Forces Technical Training Command. While stationed at this field, Johnny Mack has been undergoing training in various technical operations vital to the maintenance of the country’s fighting planes. * * * * Mrs. N. J. (Granny) Walker of Lolita recently received the following interesting letter from her grandson, Clarence M. Walker, son of Mr. and Mrs. D. J. Walker of Lolita.
Air Corps Gunnery School My Dearest Grandmother: I am very sorry that I have not written you sooner, but you see I just can’t write any time I want to. I hope that you are fine and getting along in the best of health. I wish you were here to see all this beautiful country. The moon shines down upon the snow white sand while the water lashes against the banks and the tall pine trees sway in the cool breeze will make any one smile at what God has given us. We thank him not only for the scenery, but for the beautiful old folks like you who have brought us and the unsaved to Him. I know I am not a poet and I am not trying to be one, but all I want to say is there is more beauty in a person like you than in any scenery in the world. If I had the will power you have shown, then life would be easier for me. Your life was built up on a stone which will never be torn away. May God grant me the power to uphold His and my rights for I want to do what’s right. Tell all hello for me. I regret that I cannot see them now, but hope some day that I may rejoin with them in the presence of the Lord. I am sorry that I have to go back to my duty as we are here to win this war and we are going to win it. May I say to you and every one else that what ever is put on our shoulders we will do our best. Tell Mrs. Ballard hello for me, and that was a sweet letter both of you wrote. It touched the bottom of my heart. God me with you until we meet again is my prayer. * * * * Mr. and Mrs. Elmo Canerday, who reside near the lower booster station last week received the following letter from their kinsman, Leman (Pepper) Martin, son of Mr. and Mrs. B. I. Martin of LaWard: Dear Elmo and Elsie: Hello Folks! Gee, I was sure glad to get your letter. It seems so long since I’ve heard from you and you just can’t imagine how much I enjoyed getting it. So keep up the good work and write me real often. But I don’t suppose I’ll have time to get another letter from you while am here as I will be leaving next week some time. I don’t know where I’ll be sent, but “kinder” think it will be down in Florida some place. I believe I would like it down there, and, too, that would be a lot closer to home than I am now. I got a letter from Aunt Hallie yesterday and she was telling me about Bob coming by to see all of you. Surely wish I could have seen him I think he came through Las Vegas, but he didn’t know I was here. Well, I have just got one more day of school left, and believe me I will be glad when it is all over with. I’m getting so tired of going to school that I do not know what to do. I noticed my name on the bulletin board yesterday to report to Lieut. Anthony. He is the head of the school here. I went over to see him, and guess what he wanted? He wanted to keep me here for an instructor, but I told him right then nd there I did not want it at all. He said he wouldn’t keep me here if I didn’t want to stay. I guess it would have been a pretty good thing if I had taken it, but I didn’t want to stay out here in this-* hell hole for the duration of the war. I want to get over there and do my part. I have been flying this week and really like it. Elmo, boy, I bet you would like it. I like it better than anything I have ever done in my life. It is fun flying up there above the clouds and firing away with a machine gun at those targets. We fly around 12,000 feet while we are firing at the target. I have been doing pretty good so far. I got 15 hits our of the first 100 rounds; 34 out of the second 200 rounds and yesterday I got 46 out of 200. That might not sound so hot to you, but they say it is good here. Believe me, the targets are plenty hard to hit while you are flying along at 200 miles per hour. Boy, he puts the plane in a dive and as I go by the target I start blazing away with that old caliber 30 machine gun. I take my final examination tomorrow, so wish me luck. We have two tests the last two days and I made 100 on each, but I am a little afraid of this one tomorrow. I’m afraid its going to be pretty tough, but I think I can pass it. If I pass it I have one more flight to make and I’ll be through school here. It can’t be over with too quick to suit me. * * * * William F. George, son of Mr. and Mrs. C. R. George, of LaWard, who had been enjoying a fifteen day leave returned to New York Monday where he is stationed. William is a radio and signalman in the U. S. Navy. He has been in service almost a year now and says the navy is a grand place to be. Mr. and Mrs. George have another son in the service also, Corporal H. M. George, who is in the air corps at Williams Field, Chandler Arizona. * * * * That Rose, son of Mr. and Mrs. E. T. Rose of this city, who is a member of the U. S. Marine Corps, and stationed at Pearl Harbor. T. H. has written the following interesting letter to Miss Bertha Horton, who has kindly sent it to the Herald.
July 5, 1942 Dear Miss Bertha, Received your very thoughtful letter yesterday. Thanks for having a thought for my safety in the late weeks. I’m afraid I was too safe for my own peace of mind and not safe enough for some others I know, including yourself. I see Possum Pollard infrequently even though we are fairly close to each other. His work, as well as my own requires a great deal of our time. Ran into Chick Hays the other day, if you remember him. He was several grades below me. He is in the navy and entered service in March. Will close with my best wishes, and in the language of the islands will say. Alaha, Thad * * * * Private Maxie Ray DeBord, son of Mr. and Mrs. Adron DeBord of the Navidad section, who is stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and Private Robert R. Rogers, son of Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Rogers of the Edna section, who is stationed at Camp Barkeley, Abilene, have written that they are getting along nicely and like army life. * * * * Billie Power, son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Power of this city, who has been at Kelly Field for the past several months, has been transferred to Brownsville where he has a position as assistant navigation instructor with the Pan American Airways. He is also continuing his studies in Navigation. * * * * I have received several letters from my son, Tech. Sgt. H. K. Spencer, Co. A 76000th T. K. B. N. Ft. Benning, Ga. He was sent to this camp from Camp Bowie, Texas, the last of June where he had been stationed for a year. He likes Ft. Benning, Ga., and says it is one of the oldest and largest camps in the United States, and he will go to school with the officers, where they study radio, maps, etc, which he says are very interesting. He has been up and watched the parachute training, but he says he likes the tanks the best; that he has hunted too many ducks in South Texas to enjoy floating in the air. He packed his radio in his tank and “I listen daily to the war news,” he writes. He thinks they are going to have to go “over there” and take the tanks to help “get ‘em.” They have plenty of shade at this camp, but the weather is very warm; and that he enjoys the letters from home and all the Jackson County News. Mrs. I. F. Spencer, Ganado, Texas * * * * Gwynne (Gus) Craig, son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Craig of Refugio, has been in the U. S. Army Signal Corps for some time. Gus is a graduate of the Edna High School and an outstanding end on the Edna Cowboy football team. We are permitted to publish in “Our Boys in Service” Column this week an interesting letter from him to his parents.
Monday Night. Well I got back from Philly alright. Awfully tired, but I really saw the town. No particular news, just a line to let you know everything is o. k. I’m just kinder loafing at school. I wrote you I finished last Saturday a week ago. I’m doing some instructing for practice. It still looks like I am slated to be an instructor. I’ve got some cards here I’ll send you of Atlantic City and Philadelphia. You really get a thrill of standing and looking at the Liberty Bell and hearing and reading all about it. The poem in Independence hall, where the Constitution was signed is just like it was. The chairs, desks, the ink well, quill and all just as they were. I’ve gotten a little signal corps pin, too, I thought you might want to wear, mother. It’s nothing much. I just happened to pick it up at the Px. Here’s a napking, too, I had stick in my pocket at Jack Dempsey’s place in N. Y. You can keep it as a souvenir. These are nice cards from Philadelphia, and look so natural, too. A clipping, too, pictures of a blimp convoying by here. The sight is so familiar to us here. I thought you’d like to see it. I tore it out a couple of weeks ago, but I always forget to put it in a letter. Be sure and write me and tell me if you got the Co. pictures. They are breaking our old gang up pretty fast. Shipping my buddies out and sending lots of new ones in. I miss some of the guys. I’ll stop. Write me,
Love, Gwynne. * * * * A Herald reader has sent the Herald the following interesting letter from Abraham Trevino, who recently enlisted in the naval reserves, in which he tells how he is training in the navy. We hit the deck at 5:30 a. m. every morning. That is, we get up at that time. Right after we get up we have to make up our bunks because we have inspection every morning at 9. Next comes cleaning the barracks before breakfast. We fall in formation to march for breakfast at 7:00 A. M. After breakfast we come back to our barracks and sit around until 8 o’clock when we fall in for drilling until 11 a. m. After the morning drill we come to the barracks for mail call—the best call of the day. Then at 11:30 we fallinto march for dinner. After dinner, around 1:30 we fall in for afternoon drill until 4:00 when we come back to the barracks for mail call again. At 4:30 we fall in for supper and after supper, everyone has to scrub a white uniform. The next on the line is to go to bed at 9:30. And that’s a full day’s routine. In your letter you asked me how far Ventura, California is from San Diego where W. M. Brigham and E. R. Franklin are. I asked come of the California boys and they say it is about 150 miles away. * * * * Dan C. Waters, son of Mr. and Mrs. O. C. Waters of Edna, who enlisted in the U. S. Navy shortly after finishing school here in May, has written to his parents the following letter. Dear Folks: I got all of your letters yesterday. It sure is good to hear from home and to know everything is O. K. The letters were especially enjoyed as they were the first I had gotten since I left the training station. Mama writes again, as your letter got wet and the blue paper faded all over the letter. I have also gotten letters from Goldie Bruce, A. B. Moore, Cloyd Hudson and Jean Byars. I have been to Australia and really did enjoy the trip. The people talk different down there. There is not much I can tell you about it. It really looked odd to see everyone driving on the wrong side of the street and walking on the wrong side of the sidewalks Cars have the steering wheel on the right hand side. I’m doing fine; weigh 160 pounds and getting fatter all time. I am proud of Duane, and tell him and all the rest to write. Don’t worry I will be home soon. Thing are in our favor. Dan’s address is: Dan Waters, 3rd Division, U. S. S. Indianapolis, c/o Postmaster, San Francisco, Cal. * * * * Dear P. Man: Well, Guy, I was just wondering if you were going to answer my letter at all. You asked how old Devil Boy and C. K. were. Well, Devil Boy isn’t here. He is in the camp at Mineral Wells, I believe. I haven’t seen C. K. in about ten days. He is in the 79th (I’m in the 87th). He is about three fourths of a mile from here. We are both kept pretty busy, so don’t get to see each other very often. I had a pass this last week end and I went to Hollywood. I really did have a swell time, but I had to be back by 6:00 a. m. Monday. I don’t know exactly when I will make my first jump. I have to go from here to Fort Benning, Ga., first. I should be leaving here real soon. Maybe it is best I don’t say when. That is strictly a military secret. I’ll be blazing the way for you so come on and catch up with me.
Your Pal, Cloyd D. Hudson * * * * Carlos Bonnot of the LaWard section has ordered us to send the Herald to his son, Cadet Durand Bonnot at 944 Tiverton Avenue, West Los Angeles, California. Durand has been a member of Uncle Sam’s armed forces for the past several months. * * * * Gus Engelmohr of the Little Kentucky school section was a business visitor to the county seat Monday. While here he ordered the Herald sent to his son, Herbert, who is serving Uncle Sam in Fort Lewis, Washington. Herbert’s address is Co. K., 114th Inft. APO 44th Div. * * * * Lon Drushel went over to Foster Field the first of the week where he passed his mental test for the aviation corps and is now waiting to hear the result of his physical test. If he passes that he will be a member of Uncle Sam’s flying corps. * * * * Walter Findley, who has been working for the Sulphur Company at Freeport came in this week to visit homefolks a day or two before enlisting in the navy. * * * * Lieut. Don Hahn, who has been stationed at New Orleans, came in the first of the week to visit his family, who are visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. S. G. Drushel, while enroute to Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio. * * * * Gordon Setzer, who is in the air corps, returned to Ellington Field last week after a visit to his parents
Edna Weekly Herald, July 23, 1942 |
||||||
|
The following men have entered military service through the local draft board as volunteer candidates for officers training school:
Fredrick Norton Wells,
Ganado The following men have entered military training service through the local Board, having passed their physical examination.
Christopher Firava Rosa,
Edna A New Ruling The Jackson County Draft Board has received instructions that names of selectees are not to be given to the newspapers until after they have been inducted into service. This means that when they leave Jackson County we are not to publish their names until they return from the induction center and have duly passed all examinations and actually inducted into service. It is said that this ruling was made to keep from embarrassing those who failed to pass in the final examination. * * * * Private First Class Elmer Chase son of Mr. and Mrs. S. E. Chase of Edna, who is in the U. S. Marine Corps and stationed in California, has written his parents the following interesting letter: Dear Mother and Dad: I guess you noticed the change in my name on the envelope. If you didn’t, I am now Private First Class, I made it on the 6th July, and got my warrant on the 10th. I am sorry that I have not written you sooner, but we have been having it too hard lately. I think I told you about it in my last letter. We are still hiking and having early revelee and hiking day and sometimes night. That was up until the 28th of June. I went to Post Eight. That is a small outlook past on the other end of the island. I really have it easy out here. I get up at 8:00 and go to bed when I want to. We only stand guard at night. I am only on duty 2 hours and am off the rest of the time. I can sleep if I wish or do anything else I want to. Our captain wanted me to come out here. He told me I needed some rest so I could put on some weight. We have everything to eat that we want. That is, if we are not too lazy to cook it. There are four marines and one sailor out here. A corporal is in charge and he, too, likes to eat and sleep. I do most of the cooking. We have ham and eggs for breakfast and steak for dinner and anything that does not have to be cooked for supper. They bring us supplies twice a week. They always bring us watermelon and cantaloupes and all kinds of fruit each time they come out. I think I will leave this post around the first of the month. The last hike I went on before coming out here was around 40 miles of the roughest country I have ever seen. You can’t imagine such a country. It was up and down all the way. We started at 8:00 o’clock in the morning and finished at 4:00 in the afternoon. We couldn’t have anything at all to eat on the hike and we ran of water about 1:00. When we got in I had a 12 to 4 watch that night on a walking post, and I like to have not made it. Even the captain was so tired that he almost passed out before we got in. My address is: Private First Class Elmer Chase, c/o Postmaster, San Clemente Island, San Diego, Calif. * * * * Mrs. M. D. Keith of the Cordele section, who was an Edna visitor Saturday, called in at this office to tell us that her son, Weldon Watson, had recently been promoted to Technical Sergeant, and that her son-in-law, Hollis Miller, had been promoted to corporal. Both of the young men are stationed at Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio. Their Jackson County friends will be pleased to learn of their promotion. * * * * P. K. Miller, Jr., who has been in the U. S. air corps for the past six months in training at two different fields in California, has notified his parents here that he has been transferred to Victorville, Calif., to take an advanced and final course in training. The air corps is preparing P. K. for an instructor. Prior to enlisting he took a course in flying while attending the State University. * * * * Miss Mildred Jones of Francitas has sent the Herald the following letter she recently received from her Uncle, Robert Goode of the Louise section: Northern Ireland, 6|14|42 Dear Mildred: I was glad to hear from you children, or I guess I should say, young ladies. I know you must be grown up or else you could not write such nice letters. I am proud of you all, and the letters, too. Sure was glad to hear that you all are doing so nicely in school. I hope you stick with it. Don’t quit like I did. An education is something one almost has to have to make a go of anything these days. Remember what your old Unc. said and get at least a high school education. Tell Cecil to get a move on and grow some for when I get back I am going to tackle him for a good old rough and tumble rassling bout. That is, if I am not too old and stove up. I guess most of all of the boys are gone from around there and Louise by now. Oh, well, we are all tough enough to take it and come out on top, aren’t we? Yes, Mildred, I am really a long way from Texas and home, but I don’t mind so very much because I know I am doing it for all of my loves ones back there. I know mom and dad worry a lot about me, but it won’t be so very long until this is all over and then I’ll be back. Uncle Robert * * * * From Aubrey Stallings I am now in Camp Blanding, Fla. Have been here since mid February. We are close to Jacksonville. We came here from Brownwood, Texas. “There are about six boys from Jackson County here that I know of; DeWitt Hoffman and Utz, Jenning and Earl Laughter (Morales), and others: Hoffman is in my outfit. I have been in a unit of men—most of us went to school together at Sam Houston, Huntsville. I can tell you I enjoyed reading the Edna Herald, too. Mother sends them to me at intervals, and I read them from front to back. “I enjoyed a 10 day furlough around home the first of June. The first visit home since Xmas. “This Division moves to maneuver area in North Carolina next week, so my address for the period of next two months will be Stg. A. W. Stallings, 20808458 Co. F. 143rd, Inft., 36th Div., APO No. 36, Dilworth, N. C.” * * * * A good friend of the Herald has kindly consented to permit us to publish the following letter from an Edna youth now in service: Medical Detachment, Perrin Field, Sherman, Texas I am on duty in Ward One of the Station Hospital here. I help serve breakfast every morning when I go on duty at 7:15. Then after all the trays are brought back to the diet kitchen from the patients, either I or one of the other ward boys wash the trays and put them in a sterilizer to be boiled. The Medical Department has civilian Negro men to do all K. P. duty in the kitchen, so I do not have any of that to do, but partly make up for it by the dishes I wash on ward duty. Then there are temperatures, pulses and respirations that I have to take. The telephone has to be answered, also. One day I will work from one o’clock to four o’clock in the afternoon, then the next day I am on emergency shift and work from four o’clock until seven. The days when I am on emergency duty, I have the hours one to four off. There is a chapel here on the field where I can go to church, provided I am not working. I am supposed to work every other Sunday. The week ends that I work Sunday, I have Saturday afternoon off duty. The boys can stay in bed and do without breakfast on Sunday, if they wish. There is no sergeant or corporal with his whistle on that day to disturb the boys slumber. Floyd O’Brien * * * * Anthony Staples, who resides at Bessie Heights, near Orange, where he is field engineer for the Texas Company, visited his parents, Mr. and Mrs. O. H. Staples, briefly the last week end while enroute to Foster Field to appear before the Cadet Examining Board. Anthony volunteered for service in the engineering department of the Army Air Forces some two weeks ago and was called to Foster Field Friday to appear before the Cadet Examining Board, he having previously passed both the mental and physical examination. Final papers were signed Friday, and he is now awaiting his call. Tony will attend a special training school for three months and if he successfully passes the final examination, will be commissioned a second lieutenant. * * * * Mrs. Roy Ellison of Bay City, formerly of Morales, has sent the Herald the following letter she and her husband recently received from Robert Hanford Wilkerson, son of Mrs. Julia Wilkerson of Morales, who is a member of Uncle Sam’s armed forces and stationed at Camp Callan, San Diego, Calif. July 15, 1942 Dear Roy and Nellie: Received your letter and surely was glad to hear from you. I don’t guess I will be here in Camp Callan but another week, but don’t know where we will go. I sure did have a good time on July 4th. Did not know that I would like the army so well, but I like it better every day. Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you folks as soon as we get those _____ Japs. My address is Private Robert H. Wilkerson, U. S. Army, Battery C., 52nd B. N., Camp Callan, San Diego, California. * * * * Cpl. Marshall Braddock, who is stationed at Fort Lewis, Wash., has sent a phonograph record to Mr. and Mrs. Walter Braddock of Edna which is a recording of a friendly family chat he made to them. Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Braddock treasure this record very much. * * * * George Hutchens, who enlisted in the air corps at San Antonio last February, has at last received his call to report for duty. He was ordered to report in San Antonio Monday morning. His wife will remain here with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Simons, for the present. * * * * Conally Atkinson, who has enlisted in the army, has been sent to Camp Barkeley, Abilene. There are several other Edna boys at his camp. * * * * 402nd School Squadron, Barracks 337, Sheppard Field, Texas
Mr. S. W. Simons Dear Simons and Crew: Well I am in the army and not behind the soda fountain. This is …..good place to be. It gets …sometimes when the sergeant has a hang over. I have to stay in camp 2 weeks; be in bed at 9 p. m. and get up at 4:45 a. m. We have to put our clothes on in 20 minutes. We wear leggings, and the first morning I did not have time to get but one on, so I went on to breakfast with it on. I sure will be glad when this drilling is over. We have exercise every morning and then drill until 11:30. Then play ball the rest of the day. It is surely dusty here. No grass on the camp, but we are going to have a good job planting it. Your friend, John J. Miller * * * * Robt. Dahlstrom has returned from Dallas where last week he enlisted in the naval air corps. The week before Brunson Miller enlisted in the same corps, so it seems these old Edna Cowboys, co-captains of their team in high school, will continue to fight together against the common enemy. * * * * Our young friend Walter Findley who recently enlisted in the U. S. Navy, has written us the following letter which will be read with interest by his many Edna friends.
July 24, 1942 I was sworn in in the U. S. Navy in Houston, Texas at 11:30 a. m. July 23. We left Houston at 10:30 p. m. the same day, going via Rosenberg, San Antonio, Del Rio and to El Paso. At 8:30 p. m. today set watches back to 7:30. Now we are somewhere in New Mexico. We had a short stop in El Paso and picked up some more boys. There are 92 of us now. I’ve seen Texas, the Rio Grande, Mexico, New Mexico, the Pecos and Devil Rivers today. The hills have grown into mountains and now we are in rather large ones. Our trip is nice, the scenery beautiful and the food excellent. I’ll write later and send you my address for the Herald. All I know now is: Walter A. Findley, A. S., U. S. N. Training Station, San Diego, Calif.; serial No. 625-22-02 * * * * Private Frank Greenawalt of the Lolita section, who has been in the service, is now stationed at Camp Roberts, California; for basic training. He will soon be sent to Fort Benning, Ga., for extensive training. Young Greenawalt recently finished as a top ranking rifle shot in company competition.
Edna Weekly Herald,
July 30, 1942 |
||||||