March 27, 1944 Monday

Dear Honey,

Today we dived into the core of tactics—the art of controlling armies. Got a bunch of majors and captains that look like champion chess players or Prussians to lecture on offensive combat and estimation of situation. Got into the theories of Clausewicz [sic for Clausewitz], already. Quite fascinating.

Did I ask you yesterday if you would send me my R.O.T.C. uniform the next chance you get? I’d like to have it down here now to put with my other stuff and see if it is still in style. Officers are very fastidious, it seems. You can’t wear a chino shirt under a blouse, only a poplin shirt. I can hardly tell the difference, but they say there is one. I’d like the complete outfit, minus the Sam Brown belt. That is no longer worn. Thanks a million, Hon.

Bought a foot locker tonite—a small trunk. All this is charged to us and will be paid by our allowance of $250. If we do not graduate it can all be returned!

I am enjoying being a mean first sergeant today. Straightening out a few things that I have no power over as a private. I can see why 1st sergeants are not popular. They have to assign all the details and keep the wheels rolling in general.

Thanks for the two nice letters I got today. You’re a darling and I love you always.
Yours forever,
Wallace