9-22-1943

I just received your letter & was glad to hear that you are O.K. I guess it gets damned tedious just waiting for a Hurricane to hit but I guess they hit in one hell of a big hurry when they do come.
Boy, right now I got the “scrub-board” Blues. My hands are so damned sore from pushin towels, skivvies, hats, etc. up and down they are even hard to push around on this paper. They took all of our washing machines out of the hold the first month we were here and they replaced them with glass scrub boards.—hell----I guess I’ll be getting used to it though soon. It’s been almost three months so I guess I can last the rest of the time.
Boy they are really pouring on the work here, too. We are having our 3 months exams this week and boy are they ever hard. I guess you are keeping damned busy too by your letters.
I called mother and Dad again the other night and they are all O.K. I guess it is kinda hard on them having us away but there isn’t a hell of a lot that we can do about it.
From your “dead” description of Houston I would damned near say that it is a twin brother to Pocatello. Not any good shows, no dances, “no nothing.” But then we don’t get much time to go down town; we just stay on the campus and in the Dorm.
Well I guess I’ll wash up for evening chow—
Best of Luck
Bill
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