Showing posts with label gas masks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gas masks. Show all posts

Saturday, November 15, 2014

November 15, 1944

Roswell Field
Nov. 15, 1944

Dear A.P.

Have a little time to write in between P.T. and gas mask drill.  Every Thursday is gas mask day so P.T. is very short.  As it was we ran around the field with our masks on which is very strenuous exercise.
PT drills in gas masks

We flew last night and will again today if the weather clears up.  Last night we went on a 600 mi cross country and it took us a little more than 3 hours.  We ran into rain and snow about half way around accompanied by low ceilings so had a rather rough time.  A couple of our radios went out so we had a pretty unhappy trip.  Night cross countries are pretty easy.  You take up the general direction you are heading and then take out the drift by the radio compass.  It is all pretty easy.

Today the weather is socked in so the first flight this morning did not get off the ground.  Maybe we won't either so I am not planning anything this afternoon.

This weekend we get a 36 hour leave so we are going to see some of the country around here if things go as planned.  They have a big summer and winter resort up in the mts about 100 miles from here so we are going up and see some snow.  It may be a little expensive but we don't care too much as we haven't spent a heck of a lot of money lately except upon movies.  It will be a pretty good change.

We have been having personal affairs lectures lately and they tell us that we should have a will made out if we own anything of value.  However they tell us to have it made at home rather than here because of the lack of suitable witnesses to such.  They say that many of the witnesses we get here would not be available if it were to be executed some time in the future.  I think that it is better to have it made out at home when I get there soon I hope.

Do you think we could arrange a short trip to Maine when I am home again?  I sure would like to see Grandpa and Aunt Emma.  Maybe we could use some of those fish reels you found.  It sure could be a load of fun if we could.

Do you know if Mother got my last bond a short time ago.  She should have.  We are asked to take out a bond a month here and they twist your arm a little to see that you do.  I don't mind buying bonds and really think it is a good way to save money but this high pressure salesmanship is what gets me.  I guess I just hate to have people tell me what I should do with my money.  Maybe they have our best interests in view.  We are buying them anyway which is what they want.  Incidentally the officers have a 100% subscription on this post.  



I kind of wish Mother had found the time to see the West last month.  I guess I didn't to to sell the idea enough.  All she needed was a little more pushing and she would have come.  Maybe I fell down on the job.  This is a poor time of year to come because the weather is getting bad.  It is getting cold and damp and a lot like some of our March weather.  Mrs. Blaisdell in Phoenix says it is still swell around there and that they still get 80-90 degrees everyday.  However the nights must get cold even though it warms up during the day.

Last Sunday we went to the First Methodist church in town.  I'm sending along the calendar which you can give to Mother if she is saving such things.

Since I have started writing I have been to dinner and been to the flight line.  We did not fly because of the weather.  It doesn't make me too unhappy to stay on the ground but you rather hate to spend the time and not get the flying in.

Well I guess I shall go into town and get my watch cleaned and maybe but a book to read.  Do you have any good suggestions?

With love
Austin


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

June 22 and 23, 1943

{Two letters came in the same envelope}

Jefferson Barracks
Missouri
June 22, 1943

Dear Mother;

This is going to be a short letter because I want all the sleep I can get.  We had our last typhoid shot tonight and I want to feel as well as possible in spite of the shot tomorrow.  I am also trying to break up a cold and I am taking everything possible for it.  I had to go on sick call to get the medicine.  They really have a system.  You all go into the dispensary and sit down.  You are eventually called to a desk and asked to give name and number.  They then stick a thermometer in your mouth, if you have sore feet you get a thermometer, if you have a broken arm you get a thermometer, no matter what you have you get a thermometer.  I guess the cold will break up soon.

Today we got our gas drill.  We went into a house full of tear gas with our masks on.  We stayed in the room ten minutes and then made a test for gas which consists of letting a little gas in the mask to see if it is present in the area.  That wasn't bad but when we had to take off the masks in the room everyones eyes  ran immediately and most were  looked like they were crying when they dashed out.  Tear gas not only irritates the eyes but burns any place in comes in contact with swet (sic).  When I came out my arms, hands and neck burnt pretty badly.

We next went down in the wood and had to run without masks through screens of gas that move, Mustard gas, Phosgene, Lewisite, and chloropicrin.  They are very mean gases and we ran through only to get an idea of what they smelt.  You could however become very sick if you fell in any of the screens by mistake.  No one was injured.

With Love
Austin

I wrote this on my knee.










Jefferson Barracks
Missouri
June 23, 1943

Dear Mother;

I cannot write much today either because I go on K.P. tomorrow and want to get all the sleep I can.  We have had it easy all day because of the typhoid shots last night but they didn't bother us at all.  Usually they half kill the gang but we just had a day of rest today.  All day long we sat in the woods in the natural amphitheaters that are found everywhere and listened to the baloney that the instructors slung at us.  They told us all about St. Louis, the U.S.O.'s, the amusements, the dances, the good times, and everything in general.  The city seems like a swell place to go.

I am going to try to get a pass for Sunday when the whole hut will go, if they get passes.  We hope that we do so we can go and see things together and find out just what there is to see.

Maybe I haven't told you how we are fed.  Since I am going to help, along with 90, to feed the boys I suppose I can tell you the procedure.  Outside the chow hall a chow line is formed.  After waiting 20 minutes to get into the hall you pick up a tray, a cup, and maybe a bowl.  You then stand in line again along the wall for another 20 minutes until you come to the silverware.  You then proceed to have different things put into different compartments of the tray.  You then pass out of the place you get your food and sit down at tables in a room that can hold about 700.  Double this because the mess hall is in 2 parts and you have the works.













June 21, 1943

Pvt Austin Rounds
Squadron C
29th Training Group
Jefferson Barracks, Mo.

Mrs. Albert P. Rounds
15 Wilson Road
Stoneham, Mass

Jefferson Barracks
Missouri
June 21, 1943

Dear Mother;

It is getting harder and harder to write letters.  This one is being written by a street light as I find time to write now only after "lights out".  They are getting tougher and tougher out here.  We must now fall out always with shoes shined even when you have gotten mud all over them an hour before.  I have just read my mail as this is now the only free time I get.  We had to scrub the floor tonight on our own time and it took most of the time after supper except for 1/2 an hour singing with a group composed of enlisted men and W.A.A.C.'s.  I got there late and the singing lasted till dark. I then made my bed in the dark after 9:00 and decided I could now read my letters and correspond.  If you don't get a letter once in a while it will be because I just can't find time.  I will try.

Today we had some more gas drill.  We were also given a smell of all the major gases.  You might say that I was really gased (sic) because I was nearly choked on some Lewecite (sic) gas.  It burnt my nose and throat.  It took about 3 hours to really feel good again.
Warning poster used to help soldiers identify gases.  See more here.

Colds are really going around camp now.  I got one and everyone in the hut has one.  I thought I was getting over mine until after the gas.  Most of the kids go to the dispensary and get fixed up. They really do a good job.

Tomorrow we go into the tear gas chamber.  This is going to be something new.  There is really no danger and is really a test of equipment and the person.  My gas mask fits very well and I won't have trouble.  We stay in the chamber for 10 min. with an instructor.  We are then required to take off the mask, take a breath and walk out.  That will make the tears run for a short time but that is all.

Tomorrow I am eligible for my first pass to St. Louis.  I can take it or wait and try for a week and pass for Saturday and Sunday.  I will try to get in touch with Harold and see if he has any ideas on the subject.

If you could send some soap I am sure I could use it.  Although the water is not always cold it is safe to say that it will be cold most of the time.  The trouble is about 1000 men want showers before supper.  When they have all taken them the steam is pretty well down and the next real hot water comes in the morning.

As I wrote in the letter before I will send my coat home the first time I get a suitable box.  Now!  if you could send some candy and cake and good things, and soap and such in a big box I am sure the coat will go home by return mail.  Don't send the bag back until I ask for it as we must not keep it where it can be seen.

As I think of the stuff at home I can't think of much I will need for quite a while.  Mary/William can use some of the stuff.  As for the junk in general just put it anywhere out of the way.

Don't send the Boston Herald even though I don't see it or any part of it.  Our day room was taken over by the office staff and we can not use it.  We see the St. Louis paper everyday and get most of teh news for it.  I don't have time anyway.  I almost called up last Sunday but found that it would have taken more than 3 hours to get a call through.  I would have to call at 12:00 to get you at 1:00.  That's another thing that is funny.  Hearing Bob Hope at 9:00 instead of 10:00, Baby Snooks at 7:00 rather than 8:00 etc.  It just isn't right.

Mary probably told you that I went to church Sunday.  I really wished that I was home rather than 1200 miles away.  The chaplain seems to be a swell fellow.

The food out here is nothing to talk about but it is hardy and fattening.  While we were being processed, that was before we began to work, I gained about 8 lbs.  I guess I have lost most of that in the last day or two.  We swet (sic) every where we go.  Yesterday I tried to write Mary's letter in my bunk and just couldn't stand the water dripping off my arms.  However I am beginning to get used to it and I expect I won't mind it in a few more days.  

I looked up my friend Dick Moir yesterday and he sure was glad to see me.  He was also glad to see someone from school and especially that picture. The whole gang down there got a great kick out of that even the fellows who had their picture taken.

It is really getting so late that I shouldn't stay up any later.  William will get his letter soon but not tonight.  I am too tired.  The 1 3/8 mile run and the obstical (sic) course leave you with very little pep.

With Love
Austin

Don't forget the eye drops!!!



June 19, 1943


Jefferson Barracks
Missouri
June 19, 1943


Dear Mother;

How is everyone at home?  I hope that everything is going well.  I sure would like to go home for a day or two to see what is going on.  I am not very homesick because I don't get time to think about it but I would like to know how the garden is growing and especially how and who is mowing the lawn.  I think someone must be doing that job but who finds time besides you?

We are really going to work out hear (sic).  Heat or cold, rain or shine we get out at 5:15 and begin.  Today we really got the works.  We started the day by learning how to assemble to pitch tents.  As I am a squad leader a little of the resonsibility (sic) of such movements falls on me.  We have to give a few orders to the squad only and since there are 3 of them besides mine you can see I do not get much gratitude but a lot of criticism by people who think they can do a better job and in some cases probably could.  After we had done the movement several times the instructor gave up and we went to an hour lecture.  After the lecture we had an hour and a half of P.T. (physical training) and cross country.  After the 1 3/8 miles they decided we were ready for dinner.

Most of us felt too hot to eat dinner but most everyone did.  We had potatoes, meat, vegetables, ice tea, two slices of bread and butter, and desert (sic).  After a break of about 1/2 hour we started out again.

Picture from a Jefferson Barracks booklet found at http://www.b17tailgunner.com/, a website dedicated to a soldier who served just a few months before Austin and on at 2 of the same bases.


At 12:00 we headed for the lecture field, (a beautiful woods behind the huts) and had an hour of gas mask procedure with practice gas masks.  These masks are good for all gases but become saturated with gas in a short time and become unusable.  We use them for learning the procedure and for a short time in a gas chamber (which we get later).  You should see us when we all (50) get into the masks and light field helmets.  We look like Orson Well's "Men from Mars".  If you will send a camera I will send you a few shots of such things.

The camp is really a swell place but has too many hills on it.  This really makes it tough marching.

(I seem to be off the subject)

After gas procedure we had a couple of lectures and at 3:00 went for P.T. again.  The instructors are trying to build muscles in the arms and stomachs (The necks get developed in St. Louis) and to get a high degree of coordination in development of reflexes.  We therefore get a highly diversified bunch of exercises.  You really feel like going home to bed after that because they don't take it any too easy.

To top this off we ran for the first time the obstacle course.  It is just what you have seen in pictures and when you get through you don't feel like standing up.  You first run down a steep hill to several narrow planks, across them to 3 hurdles, 3', 4' and 5' high respectively, over them under a low platform, down a gully to the bottom and a steep wall. up the wall you go by the aid of ropes, run from that to a fence of logs piled about 11' high.  You crawl up that and jump down if you feel like it, from there to jump hurdles going uphill until you come to a wood fence 7 1/4' high you have to get over this any way you can.  I had very little trouble because I am tall, next is a series of pipes you have to crawl through, followed by a ladder over a very very muddy hole, you have to swing hand over hand over this (it don't pay to drop off) run up a very steep hill and you are done.  We ran it slow today but I was still ready to drop at the end.

Maybe you thought at one time or another that you would like to live in the nice warm tropics.  Well they may be alright to live in but terrible to work in.  When you get the heat we have had you still would like to live in the tropics but do nothing else harder than sip nice cool drinks and relax.  This is a killing climate to work in.  Everyone seeks shade at 1:00 and stay there as long as possible.  Today we had to sit one hour in the sun at the end of which time our uniforms were soaked through.  When you get P.T. after such a period you look like mud has been thrown at you.

Many of the fellows are taking it rather hard.  They were used to another easy life without too much hard work.  There were used to only the best food also.  Now they have trouble adjusting themselves.  Some continually complain and threaten what they will do if they get a chance.  Some just go off to the Service Club and pay 70 cents for a meal.  I find however that what ever they do they feel a lot better when they get back.  I guess there is a reason for letting the fellows gripe and groan.

I suppose you remember the letter that you forwarded to me with the Shrewsbury return address and wondered who I could have found out there.  Well don't get excited because the girl was one of the class, them that took the pictures out at Prof. Thompson's house. {ed. note - See the 3 pictures posted in the 2nd post} She was a swell kid and I was delighted when I got the letter.  It had several pictures of the gang and I am sending them to you.  You can look them over but I want them sent back.  I think you will be interested.

I hope you didn't miss the letter yesterday but I just had to thank the girl for those pictures and the letter.  I guess you understand.  Angela Fiorelli is the girls name and you will find her in the group. {The girl on the right in the second picture} The picture came out so good a letter was the least I could do to show my gratitude.

We are always looking for surprises out here in the form of packages with candy and cookies.  If you send anything, don't make it too good as I will get about 1/8 of it.

With love;
Austin

  


Jefferson Barracks
Missouri
June 19, 1943

Dear A.P. (Do you like that better than Pop??)

You put A.P on the end of your last letter so you will get that until further notice even though I like Pop better and I may forget.  

How's the potato business?  I should think that the farming is booming but the buying and selling about stopped.  This seems a little late to be still planting potatoes.  William told me a little about what you were doing and I wish I could be there.  I sure liked driving that tractor and I think potato planting could be fun when you can sit on that tractor and let the man behind do all the work.  That is really hardly the case it seems.  That tractor driving and the little hard work I did sure toughened up my hands.  Now they are peeling and all the hardness is leaving them.  We get no chance to use them.  If you read Mother's letter you can find out a little of what I am doing.  It is really tough and put muscles to work that have been sadly neglected.

How is the radio school coming?  Do you realize that I haven't a copy of the code out here and I have almost forgotten it?  Your better put that in the next mail.

Tell me something about the farming.  Tell me what's going on at home but especially make sure that a letter comes every day from someone.  You really miss mail and word from home when you get into such a different country and so far from home. Tell William to have patience and tell Mary I would like to hear from her.

One thing I didn't tell Mother was that yesterday we went on our first 5 mile hike.  We walked along the outside fence for quite a ways and I was surprised to see the difference in the country.  We also saw a pair of mules that Missouri are famous for.  There really is not much to a 5 mile hike taken in the way we took it.  We just walked a very slow pase (sic) along the sides of the road.  As it took us more than 3 hours you can see we did not hurry.  My feet did not hurt at all.

You ought to have a pair of shoes like I have.  They are the most comfortable thing you ever saw.  They are always a little large to give you plenty of room and although they don't look too hot and don't take a polish too easy I would rathe wear them than the Civis {Ciwis?} you wear.

Our whole issues is worth in bulk about $100 but piece by piece a lot more than that.  We have 2 pair of shoes, 6 pair of socks, 3 sets of light underwear, 1 set of heavy woolen, 2 tan uniforms, 1 dark brown, that looks like my old R.O.T.C. uniform, 1 heavy coat, 2 sets of work clothes, a shaving outfit, 3 towels, a rain coat, 4 hats of different shapes sizes and use, 1 gas mask, a flight jacket, and other stuff I can't think of. {ed note - For pictures and descriptions of the standard issue, see this website }The gas mask is quite a thing.  Send a camera and I will show you.  You should see the gang when they have them all on.

I forgot to write and tell Mother that all my clothes were not sent home.   They were my sport coat and undershirt, and some handkerchiefs.  I will send them as soon as possible.  I don't know when that will be.

Tell William that I am not supposed to send any service insignia home but as lots do I may send them home until I have to wear the uniform that it goes on.

It's lights out so

Sincerely Yours,
Austin



{For more information on the training program used by the Army at this time, see the first 6 pages of this article.  Not a lot of details, but it does give a few more specifics on the types of lectures he might have attended as well as what he should have expected from his commanding officers.}