April 11, 1943
Sun. afternoon 12:20
Just a few lines to let you know I'm O.K. and feeling fine and hope you are the same.
Well mother, I'm all through with the firing range where we were qualified on. Thur. was our last
day. I got another rifle to fire besides the M.1. See mother, in one barracks there are three squads.
In each squad there are about 15 men. And each squad has two men to fire the B.A.R that's the
Browning Automatic Rifle, all the other men fire their own rifle, the M.1. Well me and another guy
was picked out of the sqd. I'm in to fire the B.A.R. Our own rifle can only fire 8 shells at one
time without having to reload, but the B.A.R can fire 15 shots at a time. I qualified with it the
first day I fired it. (Thur.) It's really a nice rifle. I like it better than my M.1. The front
rests on the ground, with two legs to raise it or lower it so it points directly on the tgt. The
butt rests in your shoulder, and it's not hard to keep steady. It's really nice to fire. Once you
get it on the target, you can't miss the bulls eye. Between all the fellows that fired it, I made
the highest point, or score.
We'll go out on another range tomorrow (Mon.) It's called the combat range. We'll be on it for
about one wk. so again mother if you don't hear from me, please don't worry, it will just be that
we are still on the range and I can't write, and as far as me getting hurt or shot on the range
forget about it, because I can handle my rifle pretty good.
Well mother, I'll ans. your letter you wrote on Mon. I'm glad you received the spaghetti O.K.
Remember, that's what I told you I'd call what I sent home to you. Ha ha before I left for the
army. (Cute a what)
And tell Daddy not to worry about me not having enough, and mother when I send home any
spaghetti (ha ha) I want you to eat it yourself and not save it for me. [I hope you understand
this letter mother this last part anyway. Even to me it sounds funny and I'm even laughing while
I'm writing it, but you understand it don't you.]
When I get my next dish of spaghetti (ha ha ha) I'll send you some the way you said, ha ha,
I sent you some pictures already mother, I guess you got them by now. You said that you don't need
any pictures of us, and also that we are all handsome, well mother, we might all be handsome now
we'll be Clark Gables, in other words handsomer.
Mother, I hope your arm and hand doesn't hurt too badly and also that they get better, and
mother, if you can't write to me very often, I'll understand why. But I better get one at least
once a wk.
Mother, Cousin Jenne of Cleveland wrote me the other day. She says that her boyfriend is here
in this camp also. Only he's about 4 mi away from my co. I'm in the 86 div, and he's in the 84th.
Well mother I guess this is all for now so I'll close with lots of love for you mother dear, daddy
and the kids. Take care of yourself mother, and please don't worry about me.
Your loving son