Letters to My Wife, a Wwii Love Story

By Xlibris US

Letters that were found in a small cedar chest Mom saved that Dad wrote when he was in WWII. From 1942-1946 these letters tell interesting war stories & facts and a love story like no other. Dad wrote to Mom every moment that he could. Every breath & every step he took was for her. Dad was a "trailblazer" and fought on the front line in France and Germany. He was a radio man and was in charge of managing the location of his troop. This story will make you laugh and certainly make you cry. It is a truly amazing story!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499018295

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Copyright © 2014 by Ellen Anderson.

ISBN:          Softcover          978-1-4990-1832-5

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Contents

D Day Prayer

The Courtship

The Draft

Basic Training

Fort Benning – Advanced Radio Training

Camp Wheeler

Radio School

After The Furlough

Dad Goes Overseas

This book is

dedicated first and foremost to my loving and devoted parents, thank you Mom for saving all these letters and thank you both for writing them! To my Bestie, Cindy Peaches Jessen for pushing me to write this book, my sister Lynn for lovingly putting all these letters in order and sending them to me, thank you to my brother Kevin for taking pictures of Dad’s uniform, pistol & bayonet, and last, but certainly not least, all of the men & women who have served our country, especially the ones that fought in combat, God Bless You. God bless the United States and our freedoms we have from these brave souls.

Mom had a stroke, just like her Mom and probably many generations before them. This is when her life ends and her story begins… .

We were in the middle of moving Mom to Green Bay, WI, so I could care for her. Her health was failing and she recently told me that she had lost her eye sight in her left eye. I had recently quit my job and decided that I could take care of her. I discussed options with her and the rest of the family. She was excited to move to Green Bay so I could care for her and we could spend time together. She still wanted to be somewhat independent, so I looked for an apartment close by for her.

As a family, we all decided to help pack up her house and divvy up the things that Mom could not bring and things she wanted us to have. We were cleaning out her shed when we came across a small, wooden chest that none of us had ever seen or known about. We carefully opened it, it was dusty, dirty and a hinge was broken. Somehow this box had made it with Mom through a few moves and many years. It had to contain something that meant a lot to Mom. Musty smelling and dusty, they were letters sent to Mom from Dad when he was overseas during WWII! No one could ever imagine what a story they would contain! Especially me.

Dad passed away so many years ago. He was only 55 and I was 17. Taken too soon, I was never able to be his friend. He was my Dad and I only knew him as such. I know now that he was an incredible person and I wished I had had more time to experience that side of him. He was my Dad. I knew he loved me and I knew he cared for me by all the great things he did. What I didn’t know was how much he loved Mom. The deep, soulmate love I never knew about until the letters… .

The letters were all in their original envelopes all neatly bundled and I could tell that whatever was written on this fragile old parchment was something that would change my life. Like I said, I never knew Dad as a man and as a husband, only a Dad. The letters opened a vortex to his soul.

These letters contain many interesting facts and happenings about the war as well. How and when he had the time to write all of these letters, is mind blowing to me. His love was so intense for the woman he adored, that he found the time to write whenever he possibly could, it was that important to him. Writing these letters were as important as staying alive, so that he could be reunited with the woman he took each breath for. I can only imagine what Mom & Dad must have been through together, as well as apart for all those years as a newlywed couple. Correction, unimaginable, inconceivable. The courage and strength needed, supersedes anything I could ever imagine! This book is written from the actual letters found in the little wooden chest. Hand written by Mom and Dad’s letters, rewritten by me into a book. Thank you God, for giving me the time and fortitude to write this book. I feel so blessed!

D DAY PRAYER

Franklin Delano Roosevelt, 06/06/1944

Category: World War II

My Fellow Americans:

Last night, when I spoke with you about the fall of Rome, I knew at that moment that troops of the United States and our Allies were crossing the Channel in another and greater operation. It has come to pass with success thus far.

And so, in this poignant hour, I ask you to join with me in prayer:

Almighty God: Our sons, pride of our nation, this day have set upon a mighty endeavor, a struggle to preserve our Republic, our religion, and our civilization, and to set free a suffering humanity.

Lead them straight and true; give strength to their arms, stoutness to their hearts, steadfastness in their faith.

They will need Thy blessings. Their road will be long and hard. For the enemy is strong. He may hurl back our forces. Success may not come with rushing speed, but we shall return again and again; and we know that by Thy grace, and by the righteousness of our cause, our sons will triumph.

They will be sore tried, by night and by day, without rest – until the victory is won. The darkness will be rent by noise and flame. Men’s souls will be shaken with the violences of war.

For these men are lately drawn from the ways of peace. They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate. They fight to let justice arise, and tolerance and goodwill among all Thy people. They yearn but for the end of battle, for their return to the haven of home.

Some will never return. Embrace these, Father, and receive them, Thy heroic servants, into Thy kingdom.

And for us at home – fathers, mothers, children, wives, sisters, and brothers of brave men overseas, whose thoughts and prayers are ever with them – help us, Almighty God, to rededicate ourselves in renewed faith in Thee in this hour of great sacrifice.

Many people have urged that I call the nation into a single day of special prayer. But because the road is long and the desire is great, I ask that our people devote themselves in a continuance of prayer. As we rise to each new day, and again when each day is spent, let words of prayer be on our lips, invoking Thy help to our efforts.

Give us strength, too – strength in our daily tasks, to redouble the contributions we make in the physical and the material support of our armed forces.

And let our hearts be stout, to wait out the long travail, to bear sorrows that may come, to impart our courage unto our sons wheresoever they may be.

And, O Lord, give us faith. Give us faith in Thee; faith in our sons; faith in each other; faith in our united crusade. Let not the keenness of our spirit ever be dulled. Let not the impacts of temporary events, of temporal matters of but fleeting moment – let not these deter us in our unconquerable purpose.

With Thy blessing, we shall prevail over the unholy forces of our enemy. Help us to conquer the apostles of greed and racial arrogances. Lead us to the saving of our country, and with our sister nations into a world unity that will spell a sure peace – a peace invulnerable to the schemings of unworthy men. And a peace that will let all of men live in freedom, reaping the just rewards of their honest toil.

Thy will be done, Almighty God. Amen.

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This is the beautiful handmade cedar chest with all the letters in it.

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Thank you Mom for saving all these letters!

THE COURTSHIP

454 N. Cedar St.

Sturgeon Bay, Wis

June 3, 1942

Dearest Gladys;

I hope you got back to Chicago, ok. Wish you could have stayed a while longer, because I had a wonderful weekend with you. Why were you so sad on the way back from the show? I hope I didn’t do or say something wrong.

I’m looking forward to a week vacation that I am going to take and I might even come to Chicago. I hope you will write to me soon, I’m lonesome already.

Love, Ben

June 17, 1942

Dearest Gladys;

Don’t expect too long of a letter or one that compares to yours, because I am not such a good writer. I could see that you would like me to come to Chicago. If I could manage to save some money, I will try. I like the offer you made about helping me unpack my suitcase. I will take you up on that.

I want to thank you for the lovely pictures you sent me. Here are a couple of pictures I had taken a while back. I hope you like them.

When it comes to writing letters for me, I’m just not cut out for it or the type. I’m supposed to stress my points in person.

I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed yourself that weekend, because I sure did. Things like that don’t happen to a guy like me. I am going to try to see that it happens again.

I think you are swell and a lot of fun. I wish I would have known you when I was in Chicago last winter. Where have you been all my life?

Hoping to hear from you soon.

Love & Kisses, Ben

PS. I went fishing last Sunday and caught some nice fish.

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July 13, 1942

Dear Darling Gladys;

I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner, but I didn’t have the money to send you. It would have looked funny if I wrote you without it.

Thanks dear, for the wonderful and best weekend I ever had, and I’m looking forward to many more with you. I think you are the best and finest girl I ever met, and I really mean it darling. My folks think you’re swell, too.

I went roller skating the other night but I missed you terribly. There wasn’t anybody there that could skate like me. HaHa bragging again.

I really miss you dear and I really wish some arrangements could be made so that I could work in Chicago. If I would have known last winter what I know now I would have never left. They would have to have another Chicago fire to get me out and then I would take you along. I love you Gladys more than anything in the world and there isn’t anything in the world that I wouldn’t do for you.

Uncle Sam sent me a Christmas present kind of early. Do you know anything about filling out a questionnaire? They want to know more about me than I know myself. I’ll get it done if it takes me a week.

I may go down to New Orleans one of these days and if it’s possible, I’ll see you. We dock at the Navy Pier overnight. I’ll let you know when I come.

As of yet, I didn’t find my billfold but I still have hopes I will find it.

I’m sending you all the love and kisses in the world.

Love & Kisses, Ben

P.S. I want to thank you again for the money you borrowed me. I am sorry I didn’t send it sooner.

July 27, 1942

Dear Gladys;

It seems like a year since I heard from you. Did you get my letter with the money in it? I have been worrying because you didn’t write to me. Have you forgotten me already, gee, I hope not. I haven’t forgotten you yet by any means and I don’t think I ever will. So I wish you would write soon darling.

I have to report for my Army physical examination tomorrow. I hope I pass it. When I get inducted into the Army, I’m going to ask for a transfer to Scott Field, Illinois. I hope to get in the Air Corps. Another very good point is that I will be nearer to you. So I hope it turns out as planned. Before I go I am going to take a week vacation and come to Chicago to see you. I might be dropping in on you one of these days on the way to New Orleans.

I have been doing quite a bit of swimming lately in Lake Michigan but it is cold this year.

I go roller skating pretty often too. I miss you when I go out, it seems like an empty car and I don’t have fun like I have with you. I haven’t got any dancing teacher to teach me how to dance like you used to. All in all, I have a pretty dull time.

How are Helen and Ray getting along?

Please excuse this writing because I’m in a hurry. I have to drive home tonight for my exam tomorrow.

Don’t forget to write I will be waiting to hear from you, darling.

Love & Kisses, Ben

August 12, 1942

Dear Gladys;

I received your letter last Saturday and tonight is the first chance I had to write. I was very much pleased upon receiving your letter. I opened it with trembling fingers not knowing what it would contain, good news or otherwise. I certainly appreciate your writing such swell letters darling. If they stop coming I don’t know what I would do.

Now that I have my questionnaire and physical exam done with, I am now troubled with a little card that says, You are in A-1 shape so we will classify you as 1-A. Look out next draft here I come.

I sure would have loved to have gone on that moonlight cruise with you, darling. When I come to Chicago we will have to go on one together. I think you are an awfully nice girl Gladys, and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you if I was able.

By the way, my dancing has improved a little. You asked me about my roller skating, well I can skate pretty good. I can waltz and maybe foxtrot a bit and do a few tricks. I’m not bragging either.

We had a walk out at the yard the other day because we wanted less hours and more pay. You see we were working ten hours a day and we finally got tired of it. Now we are working eight hours a day and it sure is swell.

Well darling, I’m getting tired and I think I will close for now.

Love & Kisses, Ben

Sister Bay, Wis

September 1, 1942

Dearest Gladys;

We got home alright yesterday as much as I hated to leave. We left at 9:30 with the North Shore Line got in Milwaukee at 11:30 caught the Streamliner to Manitowoc and took the bus from there. We got home at 5:00. I tried to call you at home but you had already left, so I talked to your mother for awhile. Then I tried to get you at the place you work but the fellow there said you were busy so I didn’t get to talk to you.

I sure had a wonderful time last week mommy, the best I ever had in my life. I want to thank your mother and dad for having me over there so often. I hope they didn’t get sick of me. Do you miss me darling? I sure miss you and wish I could still be in Chicago.

I guess Saturday I will be in Fort Sheridan and if it is possible I will come to Chicago Sunday. I will call you up Sunday darling and I hope I can talk to you.

If you see Ray or Helen tell him I left my cigarette case in the glove compartment in his car. You can keep that as a souvenir until I see you again darling. I hope I can see you Sunday. Don’t answer this letter as I won’t be home to receive it.

Say hello to your mother and dad for me and also Helen and Harriet.

Love & Kisses, Your daddy, Ben

P.S. Daddy loves his mommy a lot.

Helen is mentioned a lot. Her name was Helen Herbst and she was a friend of Mom.

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Dad’s WWII Dog Tag

THE DRAFT

September 9, 1942

Private Bernard Kwaterski

RR, e, C243

Fort Sheridan, Ill

Dear Gladys;

I got my call to move last night to some place. I will write as soon as I get there. Hoping to see you soon.

September 10, 1942

Private Bernard Kwaterski

No. 36259303

US Army

I’m writing this on the train so please excuse the writing. I’m sorry that I couldn’t call or see you before I left. So be good, say hello the everybody. I’ll write to you as soon as I get there.

Love, Ben

September 10, 1942

Private Bernard Kwaterski

No. 36259303

US Army

Dear Gladys;

Arrived in Cincinnati 9:52pm. I have to go now. Bye, Ben

The tears I have shed already in the early stages of this story are incredible. This is my labor of love to my beautiful parents. A love story so beautiful, that it has to be told.

BASIC TRAINING

September 10, 1942

Private Bernard Kwaterski

Platoon 2, Co. A 5th Tng Bn

Camp Wheeler, Ga

Dearest Gladys;

I finally arrived at my destination, Camp Wheeler, Georgia. It’s plenty hot here. I’d sooner be at Fort Sheridan, then I could visit once in a while, darling. When I heard I was coming down here, I almost cried. I couldn’t tell you on the cards I wrote because it was a secret, but now I can.

Well, we left Fort Sheridan at 11:00am (a couple fellows I know came too). We got to the Union Station and waited for a while. Finally the train came and we rode Pullman all the way down. Did you get the card I wrote on the train? It was pretty hard writing on the train. We slept overnight on it too. I woke up in Chattanooga, Tenn. and we arrived down here at 3:30pm the 10th.

I got into camp and took a shower, changed clothes and went to work. Don’t tell anybody, but I don’t like it down here, darling.

I’m getting very lonesome for you and wish I could be nearer to you. I think you are just wonderful and the best girl I ever met. I sure had a nice time those nights you came to see me dear, and maybe within thirteen weeks I will be seeing you again. Our basic training covers a period of thirteen weeks and then I will be getting another transfer and if I’m lucky I may get a transfer close by. Now, wouldn’t that be just swell?

I’ll write to you every day if I can, because I love my mommy and I hope she does too, I mean love me. Say hello to everybody for me and please write darling.

Love & Kisses,

Prvt. Ben

September 11, 1942

Hello Darling;

I hope you don’t mind my writing you so often. I haven’t anything else to do after supper except write. Of course I don’t mind writing to the swellest girl in the world.

They put us to work today, sanding our barracks floor. First they sprinkled sand on the floor and then they gave us some bricks and we had to rub them on the sand, thus making the floor nice and smooth. The Sergeant asked if anyone could paint, so I volunteered for the job. I had to paint some broom racks and some other stuff outdoors. I took my shirt off and I acquired one of the nicest sunburns you ever laid eyes on.

I bought a camera today but it didn’t do me any good. We can’t take any pictures in camp at all. So that’s out. I’ll have to wait until I get my pass before I can send you any pictures. That will be in about a week or so.

Tomorrow we go to get classified all over again and if I get something else, I may get a transfer to some other place or camp, I hope.

I’m afraid you will have to wait until tomorrow to hear from me again. I sure hope you don’t mind waiting darling.

Bye now mommy darling, Love & Kisses, Prvt Ben

September 13, 1942

3rd Platoon, Co. B 4th Bn

Camp Wheeler, Ga

U.S. Army

Hello Darling;

As you probably know already, I have a changed address. I have been moved from anti-tank division to the Radio Intelligence. I sure am glad I’ve been moved, instead of thirteen weeks of basic training, I only have to take six. After basic training, I have to go to radio school for seven weeks and then I get transferred to a certain unit and there I stay.

Darling, what do you think if I would volunteer for the Parachute troops? They are taking volunteers now and they pay more but the risks are a great deal worse. I would still stay in Georgia though. I would be transferred to Fort Benning.

One of the Sergeants shot himself the other night. He just got back from a furlough and something went wrong at home, either a fight with his girl or wife. I don’t know. He had a letter written to someone. I didn’t get close enough to see. He shot himself right below the heart.

I was on a gun cleaning detail yesterday. We had to clean and oil a couple of 37mm guns.

Darling, I am sending you this little package as sort of a remembrance of me. I hope you don’t mind. It isn’t much but I will see to something else a little later on maybe dear.

I didn’t get to write to you yesterday, because I had to move my belongings to a different barracks. I hope you didn’t mind.

I will close for now. I have to pack my haversack for drill tomorrow and it takes quite a while.

Bye now, Love Ben

September 14, 1942

Darling Gladys;

Well dear, I put in my first day of basic training. We had to drill with full pack, bayonets, and rifle. It wasn’t so bad. It was nice and cool, about 100 degrees in the shade and no shade. It gets pretty cool in the evenings though. I’m glad I didn’t get down here any sooner because they said it was a lot worse this summer and it was nothing to see a soldier fall over from the heat.

As to date, I didn’t get any letters yet from you darling or from my folks. Of course it takes quite a while for it to reach here it’s so far from civilization.

Do you miss me mommy darling? Gee I hope you miss me quite a bit. Yesterday I was thinking about a week ago Sunday what a marvelous and perfect time we had together.

I have to pack my sweat drenched clothing for the laundry tonight, so I’ll have to sign off now. Hope you like the pillow case.

All my love,

Prvt Ben

September 15, 1942

Darling Gladys;

As to date, I still didn’t get a letter. I’m getting a little worried. It’s kind of early yet though.

We were drilling with our rifles today. You know port arms, present arms, right shoulder and left shoulder arms, etc. We see a couple of movies a day on military courtesy and how to attack, etc. We have to drill eight hours a day and that’s quite hard.

You’ll have to excuse the short letter I have to go on guard duty tonight. I have tomorrow morning off so that isn’t so bad. I have to close now, so goodnight darling.

Love, Ben

September 16, 1942

My Darling Gladys;

Another day, another letter. I enjoy writing to you every night. That is about all I have to do at night. They have some shows here but it seems as if I have seen them all.

I seem to be getting the manual of arms down pretty good for a few days at it. I have only twelve more weeks of Camp Wheeler darling and then I may be able to see you. I hope so dear. I’m getting very lonesome for you mommy and I hope the feeling is mutual towards your daddy. I think the longer I stay away from you the more I think I should have treated you better when I had the chance. If you were to see me tomorrow you would find a very much changed daddy. The Army sure does things to a fellow. I don’t think I was ever so lonesome for someone I love as I am right now.

We had to scrub the barracks tonight darling and it was so warm we didn’t have to use much water. The sweat from our bodies was just running off in little streams.

By the way, how are my little rolls of fat? I’m sure lonesome for them too.

One would think that a fellow should improve his writing by writing every night, but I guess I will never improve. Hope you don’t mind.

Goodnight darling, Love, Ben

September 17, 1942

Hello Darling;

I just got through with another day of drill under the hot Georgia sun. We had training on battle tactics today. How to use the bayonet and how to approach the enemy in action. It’s very interesting training and although I may never use it, it’s alright to know. I’ll be operating behind lines with a radio set anyway.

We had to take a couple more medical shots this P.M. and is my arm ever sore. I had to salute a couple of times this evening and I almost broke my arm it was so stiff. We also had instructions and movies on the gas mask all morning. They say a soldiers best friend in combat is his gas mask.

Darling, I still didn’t get any letters from you to date. I’m lonesome for a letter from you. I hope you didn’t forget your daddy already. If I don’t hear from you pretty soon I don’t know what I’ll do. I didn’t get any letters from my folks either. I think everybody has forgotten me already. I moved from a different company last Saturday and that might be the reason I’m not getting any mail yet. It may take them a pretty long time to get things straightened out. There are other fellows that haven’t gotten any letters either.

Hoping to hear from you soon dear, and when I do I will let you know right away.

Love & Kisses, Ben

P.S. Did you get the little package I sent you? By the way, when is your birthday?

September 18, 1942

My Darling Gladys;

I just got through cleaning my rifle and bayonet for arms inspection tomorrow. It took me quite a while because it was full of sand and grit from drilling. We were out in the area where we train today and it was so hot a couple of fellows passed out and had to be taken to the camp hospital. I guess they had sunstroke. That’s pretty common in camp. So far, I have been pretty lucky although I do my share of sweating. I finished cleaning my weapons before the lights went out at 9:00 but I guess there’s a reason for that, remember I’m Flash Gordon, ha ha.

Darling, I still didn’t get any letters, but I guess that isn’t any fault of yours, there may be a delay some place. Every time they have mail call, which is twice a day, I’m the first one there and the last one to leave, but still no letters. I said before when I get a letter from you I’ll write and tell you right away. I may get a bunch at once when I start getting them.

Well the lights just went out and all the boys hit for the basement to finish their rifle cleaning and letter writing.

I’ll close for now, hoping to hear from you soon.

Love & Kisses, Ben

Sunday Afternoon

September 20, 1942

Hello Darling;

Here it is Sunday afternoon again and nothing to do. I could have went to town today if I wanted to but I had some bath towels to wash and a few other things to do. During the week I am too busy to do these little things so naturally Sunday is the only day I have to myself.

Oh darling, I was so glad to get your letters I didn’t know what to do. I was so happy that I walked in a daze the rest of the day. I got your letter of the 15th and 17th the same day. That was yesterday. I also got one from my folks and everything is just fine up there. My dad said that my wallet was found and turned over to him. Of course the money was gone. He said it was found in back of Herbst’s tavern. You know I have a hunch Al took it after all but that’s all over now and I don’t need it. I felt pretty bad at the time though. You were so swell darling, to offer me some money then, I’ll never forget it, wait and see.

I had some pictures taken at the camp studio last night, and I hope you don’t throw them away dear. I hope you like it. I also saw an outdoor show last night in camp. It was from Hollywood, Harpo Marx was in it. He was the main attraction of course and he was really good. In the movies I always thought he was deaf and dumb, but I was really surprised to hear him speak last night.

Darling, in your letter of the 17th you asked me if absence makes the heart grow fonder or out of sight out of mind. You know dear what I think about you and I wouldn’t have anyone else in the world. I dreamt about you last night darling. It seemed so realistic. I dreamt I was spending that week in Chicago over again. I was sorry I woke up and found I was still in camp. I’m looking forward to spending more than just one week, after the war is over.

What are you doing with yourself now? I think of you practically every moment of the day darling and it makes drill kind of difficult but I don’t mind it a bit. Bye now.

Love & Kisses, daddy – Ben

September 21, 1942

Hello Sweetheart;

I’m glad you liked the pillow case. I bought it so you could lay your head on it and you won’t forget about me. I think that’s pretty clever of me don’t you darling?

You asked me who writes to me, well I’ll tell you. My folks write every day now, my sisters write to me, my brother’s wife and Judy and some other fellows in other camps that I write to.

Honey, I’m so glad you write to me so often. Before I just hated the camp, but now I like it. You sure brighten things up darling for your daddy and he appreciates it very much. I received the letter your mother wrote to me and was very glad she thinks of me. I think she is swell and I’m hoping to hear more from her. Give her my best regards say hello to Helen. I wrote to Ray already but I didn’t hear from him yet.

We had to drill in an extended order today that is drill for actual combat. We were taught how to dig our own little foxholes or graves as they call them and how to camouflage them.

I was expecting a letter today from you darling, you make a dull day bright for me dear and I’m glad I got a true girlfriend like you mommy. Goodnight mommy darling I give you all my kisses.

Love, Ben

September 22, 1942

Hello Mommy Darling;

I’m sorry to hear you were confined to your bed a couple days ago. You must of had a lot to think about or whatever it was that made you have that nervous spell. I hope you get well soon dear because I don’t want to have my mommy sick or anything else to happen to her. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you darling.

Today we went on a little hike and stopped to pitch our tents and camouflage them. This afternoon we were instructed on how to shoot our rifle on the range as if I don’t know how to shoot any kind of gun; but I listened and got some points I didn’t know. I guess a fellow is never educated enough or is never too old to learn something new.

We were restricted today for having a wrinkled bed in our barracks today. We have to stay in the barracks for three nights straight. Our barracks guard didn’t salute an officer that inspects our barracks and he got a three week restriction.

I’m going to a boxing show tonight that is being put on by different companies and after that I have to go on sentry duty from 12:00 to 2:00am. I’ll get tomorrow morning off. Our sentinels are on duty 24