Hi Folks,
Well - blimey, if I ain't an old salt now. Yeahhhhh. Everything is fine - well anyway, all right, but as a recruit I am receiving the naval compliments that come a rookies ways. Such as, "high barbers bait, square head etc." Every sailor we see hollers jokingly, we hope, "You'll be sorry." But so far I don't think I have anything to complain about.
I hadn't arrived at Great Lakes more than 20 minutes, after an half bad, half good, trip of 12½ hours, when, as I was standing in line, a familiar voice remarked - "Any body from Lakewood, Ohio?" - It was Don Geiger and it wasn't ten seconds before he, Doug and I were happily reunited talking over old days. I had called Mrs. Geiger Monday night and she [page break]
told me to look the twins up. I never expected to see them quite so soon. Anyway as soon as I find out where my permanent station is I'll have you send up my horn so we can get together.
The food is Okay, nothing like good old Kiski minetas, but its suits its purpose. But after all one has to admit that feeding ninety five thousand is a job and can't meet a hundred percent approval of everybody. Today for lunch we had Veal steak, potatoe, Peas, bread (no butter), so tea, Ice cream.
Tonight I'm going to the show - don't know what it is.
I forgot to mention that your little son & brother & nephew has already danced the Great Lake hop. Viz. Placing steel wool under the right foot and with the maximum of effort, move the foot forward & backward until the boards on the floor are white. If [page break]
the job doesn't please the C.O. the little waltz is repeated.
The address on the envelope is not the one you will write to me. It is only temporary and although the letter addressed there will reach me it will take a long time. So I'll send my new one tomorrow when I move into boot camp.
Well, that's about all for now, so -
Much love.
Bud