April 4, 1943
Sunday, 2:45
Dear Folks:
Just a word or two. I am in San Antonio. I got here in time to go to church.
I can’t remember when I last wrote you. So if I repeat things don’t think I’ve went crazy or anything. We finished our studies on Fri. My average as an upper class man was about 87% and I got ten words a minute in code. I should have more time to write now. But I expect I will be pretty tired. We get 3 hours of P.T. a day besides drill etc. We also will get instruction in handling musket guns and rifles. So I will get to do a little shooting.
Say I’ll send you some pictures. I couldn’t get any folders for the big ones. So you will have to get your own. You can give them to whoever you want I guess.
Yesterday afternoon they had all of us out picking up stones, etc. We had our gym shorts and shoes on. It was 90 degrees out yesterday so you can see I soaked up a lot of sunshine. A lot of under class men got good old sunburns.
We have to wear our winter uniforms. All the G.I. men have their summer uniforms on. The cadets can’t change until April 15. By that time we will be melted. I’m smothering today even.
Tell Dad that they were a little late (planting) here this year. They finished planting corn about a week ago. The cold weather made them late this year. That’s what one of our under class men told me. His home is a little south of here. Well folks write soon.
Good bye now,
Alva
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