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Byron Armbruster World War II Papers: Transcripts - MS 984
Somewhere in the Tenn. Woods
June 12, 1943
I have received several letters since my arrival, in Tennessee, including one form Mrs. Brinkman and one yesterday, from Fredia. Fredia states that your grandmother wasn't feeling well, I do hope she is feeling fine, by the time you receive this.
It isn't definite just when we shall return to Bragg or for how long, I would like to get home for a few days before leaving again, but that may not be possible. If not maybe you can come with dad or some one, for a few days. It's a long trip for you, as I might only be able to be with you a very short time each day. We will be doubly busy upon our return to Bragg, getting equipped with clothing that was worn out during maneuvers. So all I can say is to "just wait" and if we are unable to see each other before I leave, if we do leave soon, we can see each other, after its all over. I'm banking on you to be faithful and I'll be likewise.
We are having nice weather. No chiggers and not many mosquitoes.
It is near chow time so will close assuring you all is well in Tennessee and hoping alls well in Ohio.
My love to All,
I don't know when I'll be getting a furlough, as they will be held up for the time being. If something should happen that I couldn't get one at all, I'll drop you a line or telephone you and you and the folks can come down. However, I think I'll get one sometime before we cross.
Our maneuvers are over, and we are leaving for Bragg, Wednesday.
Last nite we went to Nashville, by convoy, and I and a couple of others attended the "Grand Old Opra" National Barn Dance. There were a couple thousand people there. Did you hear them broadcast?
Its terribly hot here at present. When I get home on furlough, I'm looking forward to that swell suit pudding with sauce. I can taste it now. Also mom's spring chicken. I hadn't tasted chicken for about five or six months, until last nite, when we ate out, I had chicken.
I can't remember, if I thanked you or not for the pictures. They were pretty good, don't you think?
I owe so many letters, but I just can't get into the mood of writing.
This morning we marched about a mile to the Division Open Air Services. It's the third time that I've had a chance to hear a service, since Easter. We're packing this afternoon for our return trip.
If I should get a furlough, I'll probly get thru Columbus and stop for a few minutes and see Eleanor and Stan.
Stan and Kenny are certainly lucky. I'm glad to hear your grandmother is feeling better.
Its to hot to write, so will sign off. This is such scribbling, please don't let anyone see it.
14 Aug. 1943
Arrived in record time. Went to U.S.O. and took, a shower before returning to camp. Had a very dirty coach from Washington, here. Some men and women had to sit on their luggage, in the baggage car and nearly smothered to death.
My extension was approved by both my Supply officer and company commander but was killed in the battalion headquarters.
Jenny Lou Richards boarded the train at Deshler and I didn't know it until she started to talk to me the next morning. I sat right infront of her. She is visiting her husband in Washington.
She married Bill Reinking.
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