January 28, 1944
The day started with getting up at 5:45, and formation in the company street at 6, then straighten the barracks and off to breakfast. Meals are OK, but you MUST eat all you take. Processing will take at least two days and after that he expects he'll "get some of those dirty details". He tells his family about his first impression of the fellows he's been meeting, explaining "here we rub shoulders with everything and anything but my first impression is that most of them seem to be a damn good lot. We're all in the same boat." His regular uniform is fatigues, "you never saw a bunch so sloppy and dirty looking". This morning was a physical, but no IQ test as yet. No sooner had he started his letter than he had to stop and learn how to GI his bed, and clean up the barracks for an inspection the next day. After catching hell for writing letters, he headed for chow. He's worried now that he won't get into the Air Corps, and the ASTP is practically closed, and the O.C.S. is closed. If he doesn't get in the Air Corps, he fears he'll be out of the country in 6-8 months. He should know more tomorrow.
No comments:
Post a Comment