Your Son, ‘Chick’
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Jan 31, 1943 – Sunday
We are going to move again and I’m glad of it. It will be something different and I am so tired of this place. There just wasn’t anything to do today we tried to play ball but no one had … Continue reading
Jan 30, 1943 – Saturday
We had a physical exam today for our insurance. I guess I passed OK. We also had the article of war read to us and had another mail call. I didn’t get any mail this time. Boy I wish the … Continue reading
Letter Home – January 30, 1943
Dear Mother and Dad It has been a few days since I have wrote to you so I guess I had better get on the job. It sure get stale telling the same thing over and over again but we … Continue reading
Rabat & Port Lyautey
Chick talks about his movement between Rabat and Port Lyautey as well as his visit from the President Roosevelt in 1943. Filmed 2007 at the studios of WILL, University of Illinois as part of the “WWII Central Illinois Stories” series … Continue reading
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Jan 29, 1943 – Friday
Boy we had a mail call today and received a few letters. It was all old mail but mail is mail and I was tickled to death. I received some candy from mom and it looked like a million dollars. … Continue reading
Jan 28, 1943 – Thursday
This is getting old stuff witting the same thing over and over again. But not much is happening to write about. We played cribbage again tonight and I lost some more. I now owe $14.60. I sure hope our luck … Continue reading
Letter Home – January 27, 1943
Your Mother and Dad Well we finally won a ball game. We played another engineer outfit Sunday and won 5 to 4. I thought we were going to get beat though as we were behind 421 until the first of … Continue reading
Jan 27, 1943 – Wednesday
Man are the mornings ever cold. Wow you just about freeze. Its so warm in your fart sack that you hate to get up. We didn’t have much to do to day. I took a gun over to the ordnance … Continue reading
Jan 26, 1943 – Tuesday
It seems foolish to keep this diary but I will. It seems as though I never have anything to say. We get new equipment one day and the they take it away from us and send it up to the … Continue reading
Jan 25, 1943 – Monday
Today was just another day. Not much happened. I took care of my salvage and typed out my certificate on it. Tonight I played a little horseshoe and tried to box a little. Boy my wind is sure short. I … Continue reading
