No letter today. The last letter was written on 16 August.
Route of the Question Mark
Here are pages 14 and 15 from The Route of the Question Mark, describing some of the months preceding Greg's meeting Wilma. You can see scanned pages at the tab above of the same name.
pp. 14 and 15
The cold, the mud, the pine-trees, and the hogs... The unbelievable fires that Waters used to build, and the fires that every section in the Battery used to huddle around... All the shaved heads, and Capt Rovzar holding formations to make sure that our hair had been cut short enough... Ticks... Capt Silvis becoming Battery Commander, our first proof that War is Hell... Chaplain Carlson, "Where's the latrine? What time is chow? Throw me my bedding roll!"... The Reds... The Blues... Anacoca... Lena... Boyce... The night of the paratroop attack, and the confusion that resulted when we left our hill-top to go down into the swamp to capture them... Lt Friberg singing Bell Bottomed Trousers... Joe Zecker, the Battery Commander's orderly... Crossing the Mississippi River at Memphis, on the way to Tennessee... Jolly Jack... The month in the mud in Shelbyville... The juke joints in that town... The week-ends in Nashville... The bivouac area by the stream, where we could go swimming, and we'd be there yet if they hadn't made us get out... The week in May on that Tennessee hill-top... Gallatin, Tennessee, which smelled just like honeysuckle... Callahan's triumphant return from California... Easter Sunday, when we attended an out-door service (compulsory) dressed in sun-tans for the first time that year... The two puppies which Sgt Cook adopted and which became Battery pets until they grew up and got spoiled... The week in South Carolina when we lived near the airport and were inspected from morning till night...
The long trip back to Camp Edwards, when our approved costume for train-riding was fatigues and bare feet... Tent city... Non-coms classes... Buzzards Bay... The Blue Moon... The King Midas... The Oyster Bar... Onset... The impressive inspections... "Start worrying"...
The cold, the mud, the pine-trees, and the hogs... The unbelievable fires that Waters used to build, and the fires that every section in the Battery used to huddle around... All the shaved heads, and Capt Rovzar holding formations to make sure that our hair had been cut short enough... Ticks... Capt Silvis becoming Battery Commander, our first proof that War is Hell... Chaplain Carlson, "Where's the latrine? What time is chow? Throw me my bedding roll!"... The Reds... The Blues... Anacoca... Lena... Boyce... The night of the paratroop attack, and the confusion that resulted when we left our hill-top to go down into the swamp to capture them... Lt Friberg singing Bell Bottomed Trousers... Joe Zecker, the Battery Commander's orderly... Crossing the Mississippi River at Memphis, on the way to Tennessee... Jolly Jack... The month in the mud in Shelbyville... The juke joints in that town... The week-ends in Nashville... The bivouac area by the stream, where we could go swimming, and we'd be there yet if they hadn't made us get out... The week in May on that Tennessee hill-top... Gallatin, Tennessee, which smelled just like honeysuckle... Callahan's triumphant return from California... Easter Sunday, when we attended an out-door service (compulsory) dressed in sun-tans for the first time that year... The two puppies which Sgt Cook adopted and which became Battery pets until they grew up and got spoiled... The week in South Carolina when we lived near the airport and were inspected from morning till night...
The long trip back to Camp Edwards, when our approved costume for train-riding was fatigues and bare feet... Tent city... Non-coms classes... Buzzards Bay... The Blue Moon... The King Midas... The Oyster Bar... Onset... The impressive inspections... "Start worrying"...
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