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JOE, IF THESE LETTERS ever stop coming to you, send us your address.
Every once in a while some one writes and says, "I didn't think I was going to get
the letters any more or that you'd stopped putting them out," or "What do I have
to do to get back on the list?" You don't have to do a thing except keep us supplied
with your latest address. Keeping track of you fellows is like Blind Man's Bluff,
only here we've got thirty-three hundred players and the whole world for a playground,
and we are "It."
GLAD TO SEE EACH OTHER. Pvt. Alan Breen and Pfc.
Sol Ashkenaze, in Camp Roberts, Calif. . . . In San Diego,
Pvt. George Barber and Ed. Wafful, Jr. . . . W. S.
McGill, BM 2/c and Betty and Joe Lucas,
somewhere on the west coast . . . Together in England are Cpl. Vyron Nelson
and “Bud" McCoy . . . J. B. Olson, Sp. (M) 3/c,
of Vincent, and Harold Willey, in San Francisco, Calif. . . . In
England, Paul I. Bergstrom, of Harcourt, and Leo Casey.
Paul says they had quite a chin fest. We'll say that hello for you, Paul . . . At
March Field, Calif., Sgt. Merle Meyer, Lt. and Mrs. John Crilly,
Mr. and Mrs. Don Meyer and Paul Meyer, all from
Clare. Merle is crew chief on a B-24 Liberator . . . In New Orleans, Dick Rosien,
Herb Kinseth and "Pretzel" Stahl. Dick is SM 3/c with
the armed guard. Some time ago, Herb saw Paul Jordan "and his gang."
MOVIN' AROUND. From Orlando, Fla., to Ft. Bliss, Texas, Pfc. Luther
Chinberg . . . From Camp Stewart, Ga., to Camp Pickett, Va., Pvt. Eugene Taylor
. . . Cpl. Everette Rice, from Camp Roberts, Calif., to Ft. Benning,
Ga . . . To Port Hueneme, Calif., Neville V. Halbach, SF 1/c .
. . Pfc. Robert Hall, from Truax Field, Wis., to Selfridge Field,
Mich. . . . From Camp Hood to Camp Carson, Colo., Pvt. Robert Nugent
. . . To Ft. George Meade, Md., Pvt. Clarence A. Forslund . . .
To Chicago, Illinois, and signal engineer school, Pvt. Carl L. Reed
. . . To Ottumwa, Iowa, A/C H. C. Elmore . . . Sgt. Wayne C.
Larkin, to Camp Davis, N. C.
SCOREBOARD. The Dodgers lost to the Blue Devils
of Davenport, 3 to 0 in the first round of the state tournament. Knack
held the Blue Devils to 6, scattered hits and struck out nine while little Rodriquez,
Davenport ace, allowed the Dodgers but two hits. Strangely enough, the Blue Devils'
runs were all unearned and came as the result of Dodger errors . . . Manson
lost to Roland 5 to 4 in a game that, in its opening innings, looked
like a breeze for Manson . . . Mason City defeated Wiota,
1 to 0 . . . Colesburg defeated Eddyville, 10
to 1 . Second round, Mason City lost to Davenport,
3 to 1 . . . Roland bowed to Colesburg, 4 to 0
. . . Final round, Davenport versus Colesburg. Davenport wins.
Score, 5 to 2. The tournament was played at Dodger stadium on a perfect field in
spite of almost daily rains. Manson's field was drowned out and so the tournament,
which was supposed to start on Monday, was delayed 'till Tuesday and moved to Ft.
Dodge . . . Ft. Dodge won the district golf meet at Spencer Saturday. Pfaff,
Schill, Schaupp and Walters played for Fort Dodge
. . . Dodgers finished 3rd in the big seven meet at Des Moines .. . Running
Ray Prohaska set a new record in the mile—4:34:8. We also won the mile
relay and the medley relay.
GRADUATION. Last evening the seniors had their banquet. All evening
long our corridor at K VFD was a promenade for couples as handsome and beautiful
and starry eyed as seniors always are on such occasions. The girls were very lovely.
Almost all were dressed in white, low necked, bare shouldered, in a style reminiscent
of the old south. This morning, we found that some one of them had typed this in
one of our typewriters. "A kiss takes two people—two people are a pair. Pears grow
on trees. "Trees" is sung by a tenor. Ten or eleven times a day you powder your
nose. Powder goes into bullets. Bullets make an explosion. An explosion is when
you see stars. Therefore a kiss is when you see stars." Isn't youth wonderful? Twenty-seven
members of the class of '44 are already in service. Nearly all the rest of the boys
soon will be.
WE RECEIVED this week two postcard reproductions of "The Madonna
of the Soldier" and "A Civilian's Prayer For a Soldier" from Pvt. Floyd Wempe,
of Colorado. Thanks, Floyd. No, we have never seen "Rev. Meter." We'd like to.
MISSING IN ACTION is Lt. Owen Walton, bomber co-pilot
on a bombing raid over Germany, April 29th. The attack was upon Berlin. Also reported
missing from the same day's raid were Lt. Howard Erricson and
Sgt. Robert Thompson, of Clare.
DOWN UNDER. Russell Jondle, AFM 2/c, is an aviation electrician
and is stationed somewhere in the Southwest Pacific . . . Lt. Chas. O'Connor
is on a 15 day leave from New Guinea in Australia . . . John Brady, Jr.
, now in Australia, says things are going along fine. Hasn't met anyone from
the O. H. T., but has hopes.
S/SGT Ralph Mooney, 45 years old, a veteran of World War No. 1
and No. 2, is back home for good, after 19 months overseas in Iran, with an honorable
discharge in his pocket. He was stopped the other day in Fort Dodge by a 2nd Lt.,
name unknown, who inquired why he was not wearing a tie. Ralph informed him that
the shirt he was wearing was regulation, an army sport shirt
worn in Iran by officers and men alike without benefit of the tie that binds. War is hell, isn't it?
STRANGE FACT. Back in 1936, Dale Brand, former
top flight Olympic wrestler, now in the service, shook hands with Hitler. His brother,
Darwin, says "if he had only known."
JUST FIVE OF THE original Company B are now left together on the
Anzio beachhead. They are Sgt. Otto Mueller, S/Sgt. Francis Carlson, S/Sgt.
Chas. S. Wheeler, T/3 Lawrence Walock and Pfc. Luther Barnes.
They left Ft. Dodge together, went through Claiborne, landed in North Ireland, went
to North Africa, were in the Tunisian campaign, were in on the invasion of Italy,
and are now on the Anzio beachhead, "the hottest spot in the world."
IF ANY OF YOU FELLOWS ever see a ship No. AM 105, go aboard and
look up R. A. McCarville. That's right, Benny Salvatore
is a prisoner in Germany. R. A. says they took aboard some "canned cow" recently
that came from the Fort Dodge Creamery. We'll play that request, fellow.
IN RE. "SNAFU." Thanks to Capt. L. N. Larson,
now
of Carlisle Bks., Pa., I not only know now what "Snafu" means, but I
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have been delighted to find that it has many descriptive and appropriate variants
to wit, (as long as we are being legal): TAFU, TARFU, JANFU and just now "Red"
Mann, of the Navy Recruiting service, comes in with FUBAR, you know
"beyond all recognition." To think that I could have been so ignorant. Capt.
Larson writes "I maintain it (SNAFU) originated in my old outfit, the
1st armored division back in the days when the problems of marching hundreds of
tanks, mobile guns and trucks were being worked out." Thanks, Capt.
OVERSEAS. Gilbert Lindquist, PhM 3/ c, is now
in
North Africa in a beautiful hospital. He's a dental technician and likes it. Lindy
says the food is wonderful. When in Oran, he met an old friend, Harlan Williamson,
who is also a PhM 1/c . . . Sgt. Ronald A. Hade, APO 520, Italy,
is looking for Chas. Bragg, of Gowrie. He says he knows he's in
Italy somewhere near him but hasn't been able to locate him. Come on, Charlie, quit
playing hide and seek . . . Pfc. Bert Hartquist and Victor
Hansen, of Callender, are in the same outfit in England . . . Dorothy
Schubert, with the WAC, is in merry old England and says it really
is beautiful . . . Pvt. Rossette Harp and William Newsum
are together in England.
OVER HERE. Dick Samuelson, CM 1/c, now at Lido
Beach, Long Island, is about to take off for the old home town. He hopes it's holding
together because he wants to have “the privilege of tearing it apart. Ha. Ha." .
. . Pvt. H. F. Zenor is now in Camp Butner, N. C., with the 314th
Eng. Co. A . . . A/S Clifford Swanson,
of Gowrie, is now in Pre-flight School at Santa Ana, Calif. Floyd W. Long, S l/c, is at Corpus Christi,
Texas . . . At Camp Bowie, Texas, is Sgt. Geo. W. Cuckie . . .
Pvt. Jestin Ober, of Lehigh, is now at Camp Shelby, Miss. . . .
Pvt. Melvin Oberhelman is at the air field at Pecos, Texas . .
. Art E. Chantland is in Ward A-12 in the hospital at Farragut
and getting along well. He may go to California to recover fully . . . Pvt.
Reuben Larson, of Harcourt, is now at gunnery school at Las Vegas,
Nevada . . . Luella E. Schwering, of Duncombe, is now with the
WAVES at Bronx, New York . . . Cpl. John W. Fisher is at Langley
Field, Va. . . . Sgt. Elmer Sinclair is now tooting in the band
at the army air field at Ardmore Army Air Field, Okla. Elmer is also the band's
reporter and does a smooth column for "Bombs Away." . . . S/Sgt. Chris Chardoulias
is at the University of Chicago studying Japanese. Chris says "I am beginning to
realize why the Japs are clever. They have to be to learn their language." . . .
Pvt. Warren Winslow is now at Camp San Luis Obispo. Thanks,
Warren, for "Shot 'n Shell." . . . S/Sgt. Bob Knapp, USMC,
is now at Bradley Field, Conn. . . . Ensign Don McKirchey is now
at Hutchinson, Kan. Saw Bill Howard there. Don is now training
as a co-pilot on a B-24 . . . 1st Lt. John Ramsden is now at Aberdeen,
Md. .
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A/S Norman Locatis is at Gainsville, Fla. . . . Pvt. Ray Scherff
is at Camp Roberts, Calif. . . Robert E. Hedberg, S 2/c, of Dayton,
is at Farragut . . . Suzanne F. Peschau, AMM 3/c, is at Memphis,
Tenn. . . . Pfc. Lester Ramsvig is at Cox Field, Paris, Texas .
. . Pvt. Marvin McCoy and Fred Miller are
together at Camp Pickett, Va. Thanks for the picture, Marv.
TORNADO. Thursday it poured down rain. Over three inches in a couple
of hours. "K" street in West Fort Dodge became a rushing mountain stream. Friday
we started pumping cellars and digging mud from side walks and streets, stared at
what was left of our gardens. The sun shone all day long, warm and humid . About
six o'clock, great cloud banks gathered ominously in the northwest. Tumbling, rolling,
they moved up across the sky, yellow, green and black. About 7:30, Dave Sinclair,
at the
transmitter house, looking west and north, saw two great twisting funnels reaching
from the ground to the sky. They were coming from the direction of Barnum. At the
last moment, he dived into the cellar. The storm howled over him. Glass in the windows
shattered and pictures were blown from the walls . . . Behind the funneled fury
came the rain, torrents of it. It pounded down on a torn and twisted country side.
The tornado had struck every farm home on highway No. 5 from a mile or so east of
Barnum down to the Neudeck farm three miles west of Fort Dodge
. . . Late that evening, we drove along that road. There was nothing left of many
of the houses, not a stick as long as your arm. Every line was down. Wire fences
had been torn up and strewn across the country. Cattle had been killed. There was
a horse with a two by four jabbed through it like a needle through a ball of yarn.
But not one farmer or his wife or his child was killed. They had gotten to the basements
or the storm cellars or had outraced the storm in cars . . . A high school boy,
out on a pleasure jaunt with four others, was killed. John Collingsworth,
who would have graduated last night from high school, was killed as he rode with
Pat Wievel, Richard Taylor, Alan Evenson and Fred Faine.
The car they were in was snatched into the air and carried two hundred yards. The
whirling funnel crumpled the chassis into a twisted ball. The body of the car has
not yet been discovered. John died before help could reach him. His companions were
not
seriously injured . . . From No. 5, the storm clawed its way across the golf course,
uprooting every tree in its path. It tore the porches from the Country Club House,
ripped holes in the ceilings and churned furniture into kindling. Mrs. Wray,
who was there alone, escaped injury as though by a miracle . . . Down through Phinney
Park, it struck a path two hundred yards wide, blasting everything. Across the river
it smashed the water tank on the soy bean plant and demolished the three story brick
building. It didn't touch the Tobin Plant or Loomis Produce.
Part of the storm marched up town, flattening the Mitchell and
McHenry garages, tearing the roof from St. Olaf's Lutheran
church, bashing in the I. C. Grocery. But the worst
of it turned and struck at 11th avenue southwest with the same fury it had shown
on the Barnum road. No one died, no one was seriously injured, but every line went
down, trees were uprooted, houses were tossed upon each other, crushed like eggshells
for a distance of three or four blocks. From there the storm whirled off into the
country and disappeared . . . Six fires were reported in as many minutes. Great
sections of the town were in darkness. Police, Home Guard, Red Cross, Highway Patrol,
Fire Department had more than they could do. Survivors brought into the police station
looked like refugees from a bombed city. Eight people went to hospitals, none seriously
injured . . . Before the storm was gone, line crews were out and more arrived in
the morning. power line crews from out of town, twenty-one
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telephone crews . . . At one time during the night, the water supply was threatened.
KVFD was off the air for hours. Many homes had no light or power for days. Some
are still without it. Carpenters and laborers were at a premium. Everyone nearly
had some work to do. The Red Cross and the Farm Bureau sent crews of clean-up men
into the country . . . We're still working. The rains go on. From Boone south on
the Des Moines river, county after county is suffering from floods—the worst in
history. Tornado—it never happened in Webster County before. We hope it never happens
again.
FOR RICHER, FOR POORER, FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE. Francis Clickner,
of Kansas City, and Sgt. Everett Halbach, at Phoenix City, Ala.,
May 8th. Everett is stationed at Ft. Benning, Ga. . . . Norma Scheerer
and 1st Lt. Clifford Lowell Ponsness, June 1st, in Fort Dodge .
. . Mrs. Cecile Potts, of Chicago, and Harold K. Gillman,
Tobin executive, in Chicago, May 22nd . . . Mrs. Rose Johnson and
Frank Hood, at Fort Dodge, May 20th . . . Joan Burnett
and Jack Ray Calvert, petty officer 3/c, in Fort Dodge, in July.
Jack has been in the Southwest Pacific for 18 months on a mine layer . . . Amily
Torgerson and Donald Grove, petty officer l/c, of
Humboldt. No date set . . . Bernice Schultz and Sgt. George
Smith, sometime in June . . . Margaret Price and Pfc.
Herbert Gemelko, of Pilger, Neb., May 12th, in Washington . . .
Adeline Chilstrom, of Letchfield, Minn., and S l/c Leroy T.
Olson. No date has
been
set . . . Hyacinth Peterson, of Gowrie, and Calvin L. Ray.
No date announced . . . Evelyn Carr, of Gowrie, and David Lilly,
of Dayton, May 10th at Fort Dodge, same day Evelyn graduated from high school and
her parents wedding anniversary.
HOME TOWN. Miss Mary Anderson, daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Louis Anderson, has become office manager of the Red Cross
at O'Reilly General Hospital, at Springfield, Mo. . . . Florence Murphy,
Irene Alhborn, and Hazel Smith are entering the
WAVES. Miss Smith has been principal of Riverside school. Her place will be filled
by Sarah Heggen . . . Joyce Mayclin has arrived
in Sweden to serve as a clerk with the state department . . . Francis McCarville,
of Moorland, found a $1,000 bill on the street in Fort Dodge, corner of 6th and
Central Saturday. He turned it over to the sheriff. The owner was able to identify
it by two perforations along the edge. Francis was liberally rewarded . . . At a
farm sale recently, a tractor was offered. The price ceiling was $850. Practice
now is everyone gets to bid or make a cash tender. All bids stop at $850. So you
put in your check with the rest and one is drawn from the hat. Over twelve hundred
checks were finally put in for the bid, a total of more than a million dollars .
. . Harold Hanson, of Barnum, has won an ensign's commission in
the navy . . . Kenny Moreland has his wings and commission. He'll
be home from Dothan, Alabama, in a day or two . . . The town will observe a city
wide hour of prayer when the invasion is announced The Tobin Packing Plant addition
is nearing completion . . . Tomorrow is poppy day in Fort Dodge.
FROM THE FIVE CORNERS OF THE WORLD. Donald Vladoff,
C. M. 3/c, Camp Parks, Calif. "Came over to the hospital in Shoemaker last week.
Guess what—the measles finally caught up with me. Was in town about ten days ago,
called a number up. She says "I have the measles. Do you still want to see me?"
I says "Listen, Babe, when there's love involved, nothing stops me, including the
measles. Ha! But now I have to pay for it." (Thanks, Don, for the pictures and paper.)
Cpl. Warren E. Kelly, FPO, San Francisco, "You know the censor,
not too much along any military line. In my last letter, I mentioned that I had
met Chuck Isaacson down at the river washing his—and it was good
seeing him. But they chopped it out. So I did it myself this time. Well, anyway,
he was washing it and a good job, too. Our camp, as all camps, has its pets or mascots.
Nine times out of ten it will be a dog and that is about how many we have around
here. The pill-pushers had a little pup named "Marblehead" and he was really cute
as pups go. The other dogs used to maul him around, playfully of course, and he
had to take it. Now there are two pups smaller than he and if every dog has his
day, now his is here, for he gives them a royal working over quite frequently. My
favorite out of the lot of pets is a red parrot named "St. Christopher," and he
belongs to a sergeant who is redheaded and has a 40 watt public address system for
a pair of lungs. My golly, you can hear him for a heck of a ways. He would put
Rollie Wendler out of business if he underbid his P. A. job prices.
What is Rollie doing now?" (Rollie is still doing P. A. work. We have Sept. 29th
marked on the calendar).
Pfc. Darwin Brand, New Guinea, "We saw around twenty pure white
parrots sitting on one tree alone. We used to live in a coconut grove. We'd have
ripe bananas in the tent and during the nite, big flying foxes with a wingspread
of nearly three feet would fly in and grab a banana and fly out. Later, they would
return. One nite, an officer killed one. He was nearly three feet from wing to wing.
His body was bigger than a good sized rat, and he had big claws and big yellow teeth.
Boy, would he make a nice bed partner! While building our hospital, our colonel
killed a twelve foot python. We take so much atabrine that it turns us a yellowish
color, like Chinamen."
Lt. Cole McMartin, England, “This country (England) is very interesting.
We live in a large manor house in a small village. Lots of thatched roof cottages
around. Every yard has a stone wall, etc., just like pictures. I've made friends
with quite a few of the English and get invited out to tea every once in a while.
Had one leave and saw London and Edinburgh. Scotch is almost impossible to get and
even beer is short. Wish I could be there when the U. P. printer hangs out the "flash"
that ends the war. That's one item I'd like to broadcast."
Lt. Dorothy Anderson, England, “Thank you so much for my "Letter
from home." I read mine tonight by candlelight and am writing this by the same.
English elements in American irons play havoc with fuses over here. However, the
eight of us in our hut have all the comforts of home—almost. After much petting,
fanning, and coaxing, our little stove has a good roaring fire, our cots are beginning
to fit us, and our Victory garden will soon be furnishing us with carrots and radishes.
I must say, the cold snaps definitely yellowed the plants. Food, sleep and warmth—they
can't be beaten. We are working hard and have been ever since we came to England.
I am very thankful we didn't fight the "battle of waiting." For all the Americans
I have seen, I
have never met one I knew unexpectedly. However, a week ago, I met Capt. Marvin
Burkgren and to say that it was good seeing someone from home is putting
it mildly."
Pfc. Emil C. Heggen, North Africa, "I received two letters from
you today. One of them looked as though it was recovered from the bottom the Atlantic.
The address on the envelope was barely readable, due to its being soaked. If that
letter could talk, I know it would have an exciting adventure to reveal. It's really
swell of you people to send me "Your Letter From Home"' and I wish to express my
most sincere appreciation. I know that all the boys in the service who are receiving
"Your Letter From Home" really
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enjoy getting it. Thanks again. There are many places here in North Africa that are
very beautiful. I don't believe the parks we have here can be surpassed anywhere.
The palm trees and flowers here are such as I have never seen before. I am really
amazed at the beauty of the country. Most of the buildings in the towns are of modernistic
design. All of the buildings are made of stone, since there is very little lumber
to be had here. Trees are very scarce and far between."
Pfc. Lawrence Bunda, Italy, "It was through "Your Letter From Home"
that I saw Cpl. Norres Larson, a very good pal of mine who is also
in Italy. With that information, I looked up his address and went over to see him.
He was working at the time. I drew up behind him, jumped out and patted him on the
back. He turned around and put his greasy hand forward. What's a little grease between
friends. Norres is in an ordnance outfit, and if something goes wrong with my truck,
I just take it over to him. He's a good mechanic. Both of us want to thank you a
million times and wish there was some way of walking in that radio station and congratulating
each of you on the good work you're doing."
T/5 Bob Bowers, Italy, "The other night when my buddy and I were
out stringing a line (wire communications) we ran into a culvert and, of course,
we had to get the line underneath and while we were debating, I heard someone call
my name. I turned around and it was pitch dark, so couldn't see anything. Then a
dark and rather small figure emerged from a hole in the ground. It was Johnny
Dishman and I hadn't seen him since we left Ireland, so we had quite
a bull session. We didn't even mind the Jerry bullets that were whining over our
heads. Oh! yes, we finally flipped to see who would have to wade in two feet of
mud and water to pull the wire through——no! you're wrong. I won. Fooled you, didn't
I." (Don't know of a one, Bob. Wish I did.)
Sgt. Raymond E. Stringer, England, "I ran across Bill Mulroney
the other day. He was standing by my tent as I came up. Wearing bars, too. Upon
finishing his 30 missions, he was given a 2nd Lt. commission and is to become a
communications officer. I have 27 missions to go yet and none of them are easy.
Jerry is still mad." (We'll take care of that, Dad's Day, Ray.)
Pfc. Douglas Viers, Anzio Beachhead, "I have talked with
Bob Bowers quite often since I've been here on the beachhead. I've yet
to see him. I'm a telephone lineman now and have had a few close ones but nothing
to narrate. There are a lot of Fort Dodge men here. Company G is doing a fine job
up here."
Cpl. Bob Gawtry, Biggs Field, Texas, "Well, there isn't much to
write about, as I am in Texas. If you have ever been here, you would know what I
mean. The weather is hot as all get out here now, and getting hotter by the hour.
I met Scott Pfaff here on this base. He and his wife are both here.
Dick Schoellen is at Fort Bliss, just a few miles from here. Won't
be long till we go over the Blue. Gunner on a Liberator. Also asst. Eng."
Lt. Frank Vratny, APO, New York, "I've had my taste of flak, and
to be honest with you fellows, it isn't very bad at all. We're giving these Jerries
all merry hell and I think these superduper men are slated for a quick fall. I am
one of our Group's leaders and I've already lead a squadron on one of these raids."
Robert Porter, A/S, Farragut, "The navy's not bad, but I'm full
of more shots than a chronic drinker, except I get mine in the arm."
Lt. Maurice Tierney, Camp Breckinridge, Ky., "The maneuvers in
Louisiana brought back a lot of fond memories from the days I spent in the Louisiana
woods with Company G, and the 34th Division. We had many problems over the same
terrain, and it brought back the good as well as the bad or rough times that I had
with the old gang, and it sure makes a fellow wish that the old gang was still intact.
Of all the outfits I have seen or been in, there never was, or ever will be, a finer
bunch of fellows than the Fort Dodge outfit. They just don't make them like that
in other sections of the country. Right now I am Special Service Officer for my
regiment, and the duties are far from anything I have ever tried in my life. When
we arrived here we received all new troops, and I had to organize a dance band (15
pieces), baseball teams, wrestling and boxing teams, along with all the other duties
that go with the job. While in Louisiana, we stayed with the Bob "Doc" Leightons,
and outside of the Jack Jensens, I hadn't the fortune of meeting
up with any other Fort Dodgers until I ran into Chet Smith
, who is in one of the other regiments in the Division."
Lawrence L. Doyle, RM 3/c, FPO San Francisco, Calif., "On my goings
from place to place I have come across only two boys from ye old home town. They
were Boyd Christenson, S 2/c, and a fellow named Stockwell.
He was working cargo at a place where we were discharging. I would like to put in
a vote for the Good Neighbor of the week. If I had a chance, I would vote for Mr.
and Mrs. Al Reubel and family, former residents of Fort Dodge and
now living at 1716 8th St. North, Alameda, California. They held open house for
about four of the boys from Fort Dodge. They were Jack Steib, Bill Fields, John
Broe, Sinclair (all of the navy), Vern Smith (working
for Pan-American Airways), and myself. I also forgot to mention Dick Ramsden
and several other fellows.
And there were many other wonderful letters and lots of magazines and newspapers. We enjoyed them all. Thanks so much.
Some that we haven't otherwise acknowledged were from Raymond T. Wilcox,
S l/c, Keywest, Fla. (Thanks for the paper, Ray) . . . LaVern E. Clausen,
New Orleans, La. . . . Pfc. Fauncey Beminio, New Guinea ("Some
Day I'll Find You" for your wife, O. K., Fauncey)
Pvt. Fred Bowers. (Sorry! I know where "Swede" is, Fred, but don't
have his address.) . . . Cpl. Mervin R. Friesth, Aleutians. (We'll
see what we can do about the APO's, Cpl.) . . . Sgt. Kenneth W. Ricketts,
Italy . . . S/Sgt. Robert E. Carroll, New Britain . . . Pfc.
Lloyd Vanderhoff, APO New York. (We'll say hello to 'em, soldier) .
. . Pfc. T. E. Doran, Casper, Wyoming . . . Cpl. Ronald E. Olson,
Phoenix, Arizona. (We're saying hello to Dad for you, Cpl.; and Y. L. F. H. has
no subscription rate. Like your mail, it's free) . . . Pvt. Linus Wieberg,
APO New York . . . Cpl. John J. Steib, Jr., Italy (Thanks for the
poems, John) . . . Lt. (j. g.) John E. Goodrich, FPO New York .
. . S/Sgt. Dewayne Burke, Orlando, Fla. . . . Carroll C. Kohl,
FPO New York . . . Dwain J. Edwards, S 2/c, Norfolk, Va. (We'll
play that request, Dwain) . . . Pvt. Leslie M. Sorenson, Camp Shelby,
Miss. . . . A/S Bob Rhodes, Toledo, Ohio . . . Pfc. Bernard
Loth, Camp Crowder, Mo. Pfc. Otto Williams, Australia
. . . Pvt. Robert Baker, APO New York . . . Ensign L. E. Brewer,
FPO New York and Pfc. Lorell McFarland, New Guinea. (Yes sir, we'll
play “When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold." ) . . . Marvin Intermill,
Norfolk, Virginia . . . John Eestick, San Diego. (She didn't see
the picture, John, but I did. I'm saving it for McCormick) . .
. Pfc. Richard McNeilly, FPO, San Francisco . . . Capt. A.
W. Sinnott, APO New York. (Thanks, Capt.)
So at the end of our little space, we take our leave again. We hope that next week
we'll be able to report that the rains have gone and that all is as it should be
on the farms and in the towns of your home county. So long, Good luck.
Your home town correspondent,
Ed Breen
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