February 21, 1944 Monday

Hello, Honey –

How is my vacationing sweetheart? Having the best time ever, I trust. Things go on as usual here – quite satisfactorily so far. I haven’t got a single gig in 3 weeks now. Really on the ball. I would go very easy on the “Lieutenant Russell” angle, however. Bad luck to talk that way, they say. And anyway, the crucial weeks are just ahead. The 10th week is a “suitability” week after which the board is active. The 11th or 12th is Cedar Creek gunnery week when we get the works on tank firing. Then the 13th is “suitability” again. About that time we will finish map reading. A flunk in map reading is automatic relief from school. If I get thru all that maybe we can start talking and planning again.

This week Wednesday is a big, big day. 4-hour gunnery test, my TT lesson and exam, and a supply exam. Whew! We have our comic relief, tho. Comments of officers during inspection are epics. They claim to find moss in canteens and have a great to-do over it. Comment that an o/c who hasn’t his shirt buttons straight “must have screwed his clothes on.” Also our fire drills are a scream. They just never seem to go right. Today most of us got caught hanging our uniforms, and had to choose between burning and falling out in underwear. We burned.

Loads of love, Bunny, bye now,
Wallace