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June 2, 1942

June 2, 1942

Dear Robert, Elizabeth, Anne, Bobby and Mary Alice:

I expect all of you think that I have forgotten you. But I assure you that Leo had been a very busy man. But due to my being very busy I will pin a pair of gold bars on me this Saturday morning at 11:30. At 1:30 pm attend a luncheon at the officers club and report to duty at 0800 Monday morning at the Tank Battalion. The Major has already told me that I have been selected to be on the staff of the tank battalion and what I mean that is a headache as they have made me intelligence officer and that involves a great deal more of burning the midnight oil and finding out what the Jap’s & German’s use on both offensive & defensive. But, if my little bit will help to win the war I am quite willing to sacrifice a few hours sleep plus plenty more.

Am now in the last stretch although it had been plenty fugged never have I felt better in my life. Wish you could see me my face is plenty tan and my muscles are as hard as a rock.

The expenses involved at first is going to be a little heavy but I will weather the storm O.K. and if the new pay bill goes through it will be mighty fine.

Anne I suppose you are about through with school for this year. Bobby, you will be starting next and you will have a high record to shoot at to keep pace with your sister. Suppose that Mary Alice has grown so much I wouldn’t know her. By the wayk when was she born?

To bad all of you can’t be out to the graduation ceremony. No doubt it will be one of the greatest thrills of my life to know that I have been able to work my way up through the ranks and say I was among the first selected out of the division to attend the school on the west coast.

I must put my bucket of water on the kerosene stove shove and go to bed as I know the next tow and 1/2 days are going to be terrific.

All of you remember I think of you and miss you a great deal.

Do you think you will be able to get out this summer? I probably will be here for two or three more months before shoving of for an unknown destination.

Oh: and by the way I am the only single officer in the tank battalion,

Love to all,

Leo