9-3-1943

Dear Don; (Tex)
We.. How are you getting along in “taxes” by now? I sure hope you like the joint and that the food is getting better. We are getting pretty nice chow but quite often they throw in one of those damned mixed up garbage dinners. As a whole though I think it is pretty good.
There are about 600 soldiers out on our grinder camping tonight. They are really a tough looking bunch of guys and they have all of the most modern equipment. They have anti-aircraft guns of all types, all of the newest armored cars, jeeps, MI rifles, machine guns, field artillery and a complete medical and chow unit. We have really been having a good time with them & they are really a swell bunch of fellows. They are a Demonstration group who go from city to city “showing off” They put on sham battles etc.
I was lucky as hell because I got another overnight pass and I am going to try to thumb down to Salt Lake to see Jim and from what I hear that “horse-shit” “shave tail” “gosh darned” “conceited” “ not in the Navy” John C. is there too. By hell if he thinks I’m going to treat him like an officer he’s nuts, because as I figure a gob is so damned much superior to an “Army Air Corps gold braid”, “Brass hat” that the blue jacket should be saluted by the shave tail. All of the gobs here just ignore the Army Air Corps officers down town and in fact they have even got in some fights with them and the skipper didn’t even put them on the shit-list so you can see how much respect we (I) have for them & Johnny. Well so much for that and now I guess I had better shove off & rub out some skivvy shirts. I sure hope you are well & getting along fine. Boy they are really pouring it on here but I guess I can keep it up. Take it easy and Lots of Luck from your Brother Bill