Showing posts with label uniform. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 26, 2015

March 26, 1945

Mar. 26, 1945

Dear Mother:

I haven't written to you for quite some time it seems.  Maybe I am neglecting you.  If so I hope you don't mind too much this once.

We are definitely going into Summer uniform next month so send mine as soon as you can.  I will really need them next week.  I will be looking for them pretty soon too.  It is getting rather warm here with temperatures around 70 or 80 every day.  I guess they figure it is warm enough now.

I suppose by now the trees are beginning to bud and things look like spring again.  I guess everyone is glad to see it coming after all the snow you had.  I kind of wish I had seen some more of that snow. By the way I will send those negatives so you can see the pictures you took.

We had a little excitement up in the air today.  Usually after we have ground checked the ship for take off the crew chief gets out because he doesn't fly.  When getting out he always turns off the auxiliary power unit which we call at "putt putt" which is actually a small generator.  However the crew chief was not the regular man and when getting out left the generator on.  After take off the tail gunner started back to his position and accidentally stepped on the leads and shorted one of them out.  It made a lot of sparks and set the insulation on fire and burned a 1/2" hole in a rib.  The first I heard about it was that we had a fire in the waist.  I turn immediately back to the field and gone an emergency landing.
Inside of a B-17 with Lt. Bob Welty

Although I knew the fire was not out I had no idea whether the whole waist had burned or if someone had started a fire in his clothes, so it wasn't till after we were on the ground and parked did I get a chance to see what actually had been done.  We really didn't damage anything very much because a little tape fixed everything but what might have happened doesn't make me feel good.

The wires on the generator are usually covered with gas and oil because they don't take too much care how they fill the engine.  The mount is also pretty well soaked and made of wood.  With all that gas and oil and those red hot sparks made by the burning aluminum it is a wonder nothing caught.  The aluminum-magnesium skin really burns and is actually impossible to extinguish so we could have had a wonderful fire if we had given it a chance.  The crew was right on the ball and had it out before it really got started.  However the hazard is in every ship on the field.  Next time we will know better. Experience is a hard teacher but it sure leaves an impression for a long time.  I'll not forget my lesson for a while.

I wish you could go to N.Y. and just see what there is to see.  If nothing better just go for a ride on the buses and go to the end of the line and come back.  I had more fun doing that than doing most anything.  Sometimes it looks a little silly but who cares.  You will never see any of the people you meet on a bus again so who cares.  Then you can go and see Radio City and all.  I am sure if I went I could find loads to do and lots of places to go.  I think in most of the cities I have been in that if you go looking for something you can't exactly identify like just plain adventure or excitement that when you least expect it it pops up.  I have had a lot more fun walking around waiting for something to happen than seeing some of these famous places.

Too bad about the man power shortage.  I wish I could be home to putter around but if I were it would be the same story, man power shortage.  I wouldn't be able to sit down long and probably cutting bushes and grape vines would not look too good.

I only wish you would pull some stunt which would make the family wonder about you.  They expect to see you every night when they get home but if you didn't show up some night and left only an ambiguous message I am sure they would not take you so much for granted.  I guess such things are for young people only and after you get your responsibilities you have to stay around.

I just had a bright idea.  Why don't you go down and see my navigator's mother.  She lives down in Conrad and would probably like to see you.  It would be a chance to get away and someone to go see.  It's a chance to go somewhere and have an excuse.  If the idea sounds good I will get his address and he will write his mother.  At least you could write to her.  He says that his mother also sounds a little bored with the same old thing every day.

Well your bright idea boy must sign off and go to bed.  I really need the sleep because my head is beginning to ache.

With love
Austin XX

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

March 18, 1945


Sunday Mar 18

Dear Mother:

I wrote to Mary yesterday but the letter won't go out till this one does so you will get two letters today.  I sent Mary's to B.U. so if she is on the ball she will get hers at school today.  I thought that in that way I could write two letters and not crowd the Stoneham mail.

The Independent has been coming very regularly.  It comes on Wednesdays or Thursdays so I get the news while it is relatively new.  All mail takes about 3 days which is as good as it was in Lincoln and a lot better than when I was further West.

I have several things on my mind but I can't think of them all at once.  One thing is that it is getting warm here and summer uniforms will be in style again soon.  I would suggest that you get my clothes cleaned up and fit to send because I may want them soon.  It gets quite warm here during the day.  In fact it was 75 F. yesterday and made me think spring was here.  We will need the Summer clothes before I leave since we are scheduled to leave on May 16 which is considered the summer in uniform regulations.  If you could clean up everything now and send them I am sure I could find place for them.  If you do could you find some kind of a clothes bag to keep the blouse in to keep it away from all this coal smoke.

I hadn't realized that grandma was 89 years old.  Maybe you reminded me some time ago but it must have slipped by somehow.  I wish I had sent a card.  Maybe I shall write a letter instead.  I have some Chamber of Comm. literature I could put in which she might enjoy.  She is so interested in such things.

I sure would like to bring the crew to Boston some time.  However there is little hope for such a thing.  It might happen if we flew across instead of going on a boat.  If we flew we would go the Central route which has a refueling stop over at Nashua N.H. or some place like that.  Then it might be possible if we had bad weather to be grounded for a few days and then everyone could come down and see Boston.  If we go by boat we might leave by way of N.Y. although the last shipment from Lincoln went through Boston.  It would be a troop movement and no one could leave and there are few chances of having a layover because of weather.

Training goes on as usual except weather gives us a break every once in a while.  It seems that the weather in this part of the country has a bad tendency to be bad a lot of the time.  It doesn't rain all the time but the ceilings are too low to take off.  We have to have 1500' ceilings before we can leave the ground.  Often they reach 1000' but that still keeps us down.  When you get up rested and ready to fly it kind of makes you mad to sit around doing nothing.  It seems I always want to fly but the crew is content to see bad weather.  I don't blame them too much because they don't have much to do in the air.  I believe today we won't fly because it looks like rain so we will have to sit down on the line for 5 hours or more waiting for the weather to break or looking at G.I. movies I have seen a dozen times.

I really don't have many ideas for letters this morning.  Last night I could have written a book but today I am short of words.  I really don't have time to write either because it is time to eat and then go to the line.

Meals around here are not too hot.  They cost 50 cents apiece but are not too filling.  If I get fat or gain any weight at all it will be because we have access to other food at the officer's club and at a cafeteria.  I spend most of my money nowadays on cleaning and eating.

Next month I get $396 pay which is going to be quite a windfall.  I now have $144 check and another $140 in cash which makes me a rich man now.  You will probably get about $400 next month as I have nothing which I need to spend money on.  I already have too much of everything.  

Well I must close now because I am short of time, paper and words,

With love
Austin  .

Friday, December 26, 2014

December 26, 1944

Roswell Field
Dec 26

Dear Esther:

How much I would like to make a trip east to a little town called "Stoneham" you can't imagine.  No matter how many places you see or how much you see you always will compare them with home and none of them add as well.  I often like to imagine on these little trips around the country that I am on my way home but things never quite add up and you always arrive in some strange new, sometimes exciting town.  However it is never home as it really is.

I went to the movie "Arsenic and Old Lace" sometime ago.  It was while I was in town here so not so long ago.  I really got a big bang out of it.  Cary Grant and those two old ladies were good but I liked Raymond Massey's accomplice, Peter Lorre a lot more.  You may not know it but I make it a point to see most of the pictures he is in.  He always looks so mistreated and has that hang-dog but is so wise and smart.  I guess I just like to see him that's all.  


Anyway the picture was really swell.    Charge!!!

I got Mary's card a couple of days ago and admired it a long time.  I showed it to my friends and they also said that she was rather clever.  Anyway what they said made me very proud of her.  I think she should follow up her talent along those lines but she is so good at so much I guess she can't do them all.  From what little I hear from her she seems to likes school and most everything she does.  She must have a creative mind or something.

I got the "Stoneham Scandal Sheet" the other day and noticed a little item near the bottom.  Now as a rule the baby notices are just passed by so I won't know who the little ones are when I get home but the name Spear kind of held my attention.  It looked a little familiar so I read on.  Capt and Mrs. Philip J Spear didn't mean much and 7 lbs and 9 oz didn't seem like such a hot baby but the name Hazel Blackburn told the story.  Mrs. Blackburn sure is getting an awful lot of refugees grandchildren.  I guess this one wasn't a refugee however.  You can give her my best wishes when you see her and give "Jr." a wink for me.

I wrote Mother a letter from Albuquerque yesterday and forgot to mail it.  I will put it in your letter unless I forget again.  I don't remember what I said but I hope it is all right.  It is all beaten up because of the trip down here on the bus.  She can put it in her collection of things from all the places I have been.  When and if I go back I will send her some cards of the town.  I should have done it this time.

I opened my Christmas gifts last night at 2330 so it was still Christmas.  The trip back from the big town took 5 1/2 hours which was about 2 hours shorter than going up.  We had seats all the way even though some people had to stand parts of the way.  Anyway to get back to the gifts, the were very sensible gifts and about all I needed.  I am glad no more was spent because we are very well taken care of or at least we can get the essentials a lot easier and probably cheaper.  I am buying new clothes all the time so that i feel I can buy easier here than you can at home.  I think a War Bond is a lot more appropriate than extravagant spending.

I want very badly to save all the money I can but I always find a new need. I'll either have to stop running around the country or go to a warm climate or get out of the army before I can stop spending.  I have yet to buy some real winter clothes to wear.  I have nothing I can wear off the post if it rains or if it is very cold.  I guess like the women that get good jobs I too am about to become a "clothes horse".  I must have about $350 tied up and another $100 needed but what can you do.  I have very few things that are unnecessary and uniforms complete for two seasons, Summer and Winter.  I imagine that except for replacements and such things as pajamas and bath robes and slippers I will not have to spend much any more except for replacements.  My only hope is that I can wear some of this stuff when I get out of the Army because I have so much tied up.  Maybe a good big fire in the barracks just before my discharge can solve the problem of getting rid of a lot of uniforms and getting a lot of money instead.  

Well I have to hit the sack now.  I have to get up at 10 00 tomorrow and it is now 2200.  You know 12 hours of sleep is about enough for an active youngster they say.

Love
Austin

PS Give the match covers to the man in your office whose daughter saves them.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

August 26, 1944

Aug. 26, 1944

Dear Mother:

There is not much to do this weekend so I am sitting out a few at the dance here to write.  I should be enjoying the Phoenix night-life but that doesn't appeal too much to me at present.

So far I have had no change in orders although many of the others have.  We now have some more Flight Officers in our group and some of our original men have been removed for instructor and utility flying.  They are not considered to have gotten the breaks.  As yet my luck still holds and someday I may get a chance to ride in a hot ship.  If I do I certainly will be thrilled.  You can't imagine how much fun it will be.

Tomorrow is Sunday and I will go to church with my buddy Lt. Smith.  We will have to get up early (10:00 AM) to get there on time but that is not too much of a hardship.  Afterwards I will call the Blaisdell's house and see what they will like to do.  Maybe I can give them a little fun out at Sky Harbor Airport.  Maybe they don't trust me?  Would you?  It is pretty well known that we will go to P39 school at Victoriaville Calif and then to gunnery or vice versa.  However it makes little difference to me other than the AT6 will not be so much fun after the P39.

I bought a pair of dark glasses the other day and they started me to thinking.  You know Air Corp pilots are a rather exclusive bunch with their natty uniforms, crushed hats and swagger.  Of course they have wings but they also wear, almost to the last man, a pair of dark glasses.  I think if you see any or many pilots you would see what I mean.  You know if you are told you are the best long enough you begin to believe it and even truly you begin to show it both in appearance and action.
My buddy has finished his voting so I will have to close my letter and see what is going on.  I haven't written all that I could lately but have been enjoying newfound freedom.  I guess these little notes will have to do until I get something from you to write about (hint-hint)

With love
Austin

Friday, July 25, 2014

July 25, 1944

Luke Field
Phoenix Ariz.
July 25, 1944

Dear Mother;

I haven't much to write but have the spare time so I guess I can find the words.  We have 1 free period today so that explains the time on my hands.

By the way the feathers are still all over the place.  Every time I sweep up I find a new mess of them. The morning after the pillow broke on the ventilator we had to sweep with wet brooms and the barracks smelt like a chicken picking house.  Those wet feathers didn't smell too good.  I guess that's why the "tack" officers didn't come in that day.


Sunday morning I went into town to buy some more clothes.  I spent another hundred dollars but have all I will need for some time to come.  I still have to buy 2 bags and will then be done.  In all I guess this outfitting will take all of my $250 clothing allowance.  I guess I will be well dressed.  I will have clothes for some time to come.

I also went to the airport to see about flying home.  It will cost $150 one way and I have the money to get home but not back.  It seems like a lot of money to spend all at once.  Train fare is about the same but too slow.  I wouldn't consider a train anyway.  

As I wrote before I may not get home after graduation because I may be immediately be assigned to another station with 2 or 3 days delay in route.  If I come back to this post I will get 15 days which would be swell.  That would mean I would eventually be an instructor which I don't like too much.  I guess things will even up on the end.

I have some of my uniforms already here and tried on.  It is just like Christmas all over again.  You just tear open packages to see what you have.  I am well satisfied with what I got. (Someone just brought in another load and I have two more boxes.)  I will have to close this letter and get into my new boxes.  I should have some gabardines.  This is really Christmas only we have the presents and buy them too.

I am coming home with gold bars you know if I get through one more landing.

I must write to William as soon as I can.  I hope he has got back to work by now.  

I am beginning to wonder what I have in the boxes.

With love
Austin

Friday, October 25, 2013

October 25, 1943

SAAAB                        
                                                                                                            Santa Ana Calif
                                                                                                            Oct 25, 1943

Dear Pops (I forgot; A.P)
            I suppose you have been wondering just where this letter got lost.  Well it got lost before it started more times than you can tell mainly because time around here is very limited and what time you do get off you would rather spend at pleasure rather than at letter writing.  As it is we are not going on parade so I am spending this time before chow in the best way possible.


            Today has been very interesting and rather exciting too.  We had our altitude tests today and those who were in physical good condition made the tests in a pressure chamber.  The whole thing was to test your ability to live properly at 38,000’.  We made a “check run” to 5000’ to see if everyone could clear their ears quickly with the changes in pressure.  After 2 had left because they couldn’t clear their ears we went to 18,000’ to test for symptoms of anoxia, a condition resulting from lack of oxygen which results finally in unconsciousness. 2 fellows passed out and removed through the “air lock” and were brought down.  So far I had no ill iffects.  After being at 18000’ 12 minutes they asked for a volunteer to leave his oxygen off as the altitude went up so that anoxia in all its forms could be studied by the other 15 in the chamber.  No one wanted to volunteer so I did just for the heck of it.
            At 18000’ you suffer very little from anoxia but as the altitude goes up and you get less and less oxygen you get slap happy and act very drunk and laugh a giggle just like the joke was on everyone else.  First you loose sense of judgement, then eye sight, hearing, feeling, and finally you lapse into unconsciousness even though you don’t realize it and might continue to go right on feeling good but be unconscious.  The finally stage is fainting and complete unconsciousness.
            At 18000’ they told me to write the little rhyme “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”  This I did for the 1st few lines and then I found it hard to dot the i’s and make periods; then I couldn’t see too well and the surroundings turned gray.  Things got harder and harder to do and see.  When I got to the sentence that has “teacher” in it I couldn’t remember what came after that.  I just sat and tried to think; and think, and think, and think and just sit and think hard.  They then took the paper I was writing on away and I looked down and saw that my oxygen was turned on and I could see, hear, and feel better.

            While I sat there just thinking (that’s what I thought) a number of things went on that I didn’t know about.  When they noticed that I couldn’t remember what came after “teacher” they told me to write down a number.  This was when I passed into my sub-conscious mind.  I wrote the number down and when told to write down the number which I was to multiply the 1st number by I just continued to write the zeros of the 1st number.  When asked to subtract 6 from the number, I just wrote a long scrawl down the page.   They then gave me oxygen and I came bak to consciousness trying to think about “teacher” and what came after it.  I lost about 2 minutes of life and went to 38000’ before getting oxygen.  Even then I didn’t pass out but just lost all my normal faculties.  Most of the fellows lose consciousness at 32000’.  It was just a lot of fun for me and I have no ill effects.

            Altitude is a dangerous thing if you are not in good condition.  Many get the “bends” and have to be brought down to an altitude of 30,000 ft.  After that few have trouble.  These “bends” are like those suffered by divers but not so bad or so dangerous because they can be fixed very quickly by bringing them to sea level or in most cases 30,000’.  Some people develop “chocks” cough, sinus trouble, ear, eye and nose trouble, tooth aches and just every thing in general goes wrong all because the air inside of you expands 5 times larger than normal.  You burp all the time going up and all the air in side you just comes up.
            The oxygen apparatus is the best in the world and the most recent perfected.  You can really use it at high altitudes and have no after affects in fact you feel better when you get down than when you went up.  All but your ears, but everyone has a little trouble with them for a while until they have done a lot of this work in the pressure chamber or do a lot of high altitude work.

            It is getting cold around here in the moring.  The temperature is between 38F and 50F when we “fall out” at 0500 every morning.  We are now wearing O.P. uniforms.  There are the all wool uniforms and are a lot warmer.  At noon however it is really hot and we wish the sun would hide behind a cloud.  Of course there aren’t clouds here, only the low hanging fog or ground fog.  I get to like this place better and better each day.
            I hope the potatoes are coming along.  I don’t know very much about potatoes because I wasn’t exactly brought up on a farm.  I suppose they are all out of the ground and put away by now.  I wish I could have been home to help but Calif. is a long way from home.  I would like to drive that tractor or just drive anything.  I haven’t driven for 4 months anything but a plane.  You probably wish you could drive something but an auto, well that’s life I guess.
            I get letters from Aunt Emma and Grandpa every now and then and I try to answer them as soon as possible.  Grandpa seems to be just about as ever.  He sends along little inspirational poems and notes about the Air Corp which he gets from his magazines.  They are really rather good and I enjoy them a lot.
            I would like to hear from you again soon but until then
With love

Austin

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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.}