October 24, 1943
Dear Margie
Suprises never cease as this letter will atest. It has been all of four months since I was home and said I would write to you. I never wrote but I will try to atone for my oversight now. How is the fair city of Ft Mitchell, at this time? Probably no fellows around but of course you would not be interested in them? Don't answer that question.
Things have happened here first since I was home and we do not fo for the idea at all. From a Company of three hundred and six men down to a platoon with only one hundred and six men is a large drop. We will have to get use to it for this will be our setup from here on until the end. They took alway all our vehicles and most of our equipment. Our work is now done by hands and feet. I get to the field we have to walk with full field pack and rifle. Our wire is transported by the Quartermaster Corps. When we get out in the field, we walk and carry the reels of wire as we lay out our wire net. In fact all our tavelling is done by foot now. The foot work has put many of us on the injured list and there will be many more before we get really accustomed to the new method. Two fellows got a transfer, one a C.D.D. or a Visibility Discharge and two fellows sustained brokern wrists. One fellow has an injured back and lockspine and myself have foot has a permenant injury that the Medics cannot patch-up or determine what the trouble is. They started to treat it for a fallen arch then switched to healing a March fracture. They have exhausted thin knowledges of treatments and have practically given up. The injured member is the one I always had trouble with and was hurting during baseball season. It never hurts so long as it now doing. It may never heal but I am still