The Life of a Draftee

Busy times at the office. Math class—no instruction—only went to learn that I had made another failing grade on the test. Puzzling to me this failing business. Not used to falling down on things. I do more of a blow to my pride—to learn that my knowledge of figures is so small. Laundry—made ready. Wrote. Bed.

Worked. Began on Xmas cards. Bed—not much doing.

Work—then off to town to try to do some shopping but only bought more cards and finished up at the Rec. Center. Had to return—Bed check at 11 o’clock—First one I stood since I’ve been on this field. Some of the boys made the remark, “Lowry’s not a country club anymore, it’s beginning to get like the Army.” We are only beginning little by little to feel the effects of the war.

Well, this evening Lowry had a “blackout” at 8 p.m. An imaginary bombardment and invasion took place. An emergency practice and drill was enacted to prepare for an air raid by the enemy. Would like to go into detail of the happenings but feel too tired. Maybe I will be inspired some other time to write up the event. Bed afterwards.

Lots of work at the office—endless. Finished up my card writing—the journal entries. Lights out. Yesterday a law was passed to mobilize men from 18 to 64. Those from 20 to 44 for actual service. Our manpower goes to 7 million now for our fighting forces.

Slaving away up till 4:10—Cleaned up Rowland and I roamed the streets of downtown Denver. Camp early—Bed.

Attended 8:30 Mass. Read. Chow. Park and Lecture (Niringer). Visited Hognes on Adams Street. Wonderful feeling to get into a private home and feel the warmth of family life. Ten o’clock rolled around and that meant hurry for bed check.

Nothing to say except an unusual snow today—about 6 inches or better—Bed, of course.

Funny can’t even remember just what did happen today. Too busy—too much going. Now I remember—Went confession. Next the Colorado Bird Club meeting. The Mulligan’s brought me to camp. Looked in on the dance at the New Service Club.

New students arriving in a new falling snow. On duty till 10:30 p.m. Bed. Some Christmas Eve. Oh yeah!

--Mass at 8:30. Communion, naturally. Saw Bob Rowland and Elaine get married downtown at high noon. Made a slow disgusting trip to Rishel’s home. There I partook of a fine turkey dinner. Sure was good—tasty—nice peaceful atmosphere. Was returned to the Rec. Center at 8 o’clock. Nothing doing here therefore I mosied to the U.S.O. club and received a present of cigarettes and was given a Sunday Missal. Oh yes—the Rishels gave me a box of cookies and some smokes—Very thoughtful.

Met Pete, Red, Curtis and a guy from Texas the USO. We came home together after gadding about town. Temperature 4° above zero at 10 P.M.

—3 below—“they” said this morning. Guess it was. Acknowledged cards and wrote letters and more writing of my day by day account of a “pore ole soljer.”

This evening the Livermans had me as their guest for 7 o’clock dinner. The Nelsons were there and we enjoyed a very pleasant evening after a very tasty meal. The Nelsons dropped me off at the gate at 10:30—Bed

After Mass I read the news on up until the big moment arrived for me to go to town and call home. This I did at the USO (United Service Organ. n & Grant). Sure was a thrill to talk to my folks and hear just how they were and what they had been doing. For the first I realized the telephone was not an invention—but something short of a miracle. On the field at 10:15 P.M.

Once more an evening of relaxation. But first the task of washing some clothes. Have not had my laundry returned from 2 weeks back, so that’s the reason.

Out for an evening again. The Boyd’s were my hosts on this occasion. Cant remember when I was so pleasingly stuffed last. The Boyds have four boys ranging from 10 to 21 years. A common ordinary family that treated me as very well. The new service center was filled with dancing soldiers and girls when I made my return. The fun was coming to a close—thus I heard the soldiers new swing band play a couple of numbers and the ball was over.

Pay call was at noon. I read and slept until 8 P.M. Off to a New Year’s Eve square dance at Carl Biler’s barn. About 50 people were on hand—naturally half of them were “dog faces.” Festivities were closed about 3 A.M. but we welcomed the new year at midnight ever so noisily. The ride back to the field was cold. The automobile refused too warm and it had a good reason—it was ten below zero. So another year is begun.

Three hours later, ever so sleepy, I dressed and heard Mass. The remaind of the just went about as usual. Registered students at Group Headquarters. Bed at 6:20 Plenty tired.

On duty till 7:30 P.M. Scores of boys rolled in for the new classes. Did some letter writing and off into the arms of Morpheus.

Bob Rowland and myself broke the routing this evening. One of the popular taverns our destination—you know for what. We were back on the field early considering. Unconfirmed reports to say —18 below.

Mass. Read—Met Rowland at the Museums to hear the lecture—was very good. Some lady (a doctor?) Mrs. Van Water drove us to town to the USO club. We filled up with food and coffee. On the past just at light outs—Reports say the mercury fell to 26 below zero early this morning. Plenty cold—yes?

Back in the saddle at Headquarters after working the past week at the provisional Group. Chatting with the boys in the barracks in the evening complete the day.

Funny—here our nation is at war now almost a month and I’ve hardly mentioned it. From the way the news comes to us at camp we have no way of measuring whether we are winning, losing or holding our own. Wish I could tell something that could be written up so in the future my notes could be of some historical value. President Roosevelt made a broadcast this morning telling the citizens that “this war would upset the mode of living and the budget was set for 58 billions. Every ounce energy and every piece of machine would be made available to bring about Victory.

Completed the day writing letters.—An endless task.

A new activity on the field this evening was the inauguration of squadron night at the service club. Several members of our squadron (Hq & Hq Acts) put on some entertain. The new swing band under the direction of Mel Hargis did right well to the enjoyment of all in the audience. After the program a group of us gathered around the piano to try to do some singing.

Tonight began my 2nd quarter of Denver University College. The continuing of the Bird Study and the Nature course was undertaken. After class a stop and run visit was made at the Lilly home. Just made it to the field in time to make bed check.

Another visit to the service club this evening to watch the dance progress. Maybe someday I’ll break down and learn to shake a hoof. Perhaps this is because some gal who is a professional dancer says she’s going to see that I become a dancer. Oh well—

Off duty at 11--. The weekend was mine. Sure felt good to be on my own for a few hours. Cat-napped till supper time. Bob Rowland & I mosied about the Denver business district—stopped in for a drink—then Lowry beckoned.

As usual, Mass—reading the weekly news, then chow. An unusual lecture by Nicol Smith brought to light some very strange and interesting facts about Martinique and French Guinea. Had lunch at the USO club. Here the soldiers were entertained by the Cathedral Glee Club, a mixed chorus of 24 voices, eight of them male. I drifted to the Soldier Rec. Center: Why? Curiosity and the want of something to do and to see, meet and talk to the soldiers and their lady friends—the day being spent, the field once more.

Larry Gold and I checked service records at the 2nd Prov. Gp. Hq. Our work was interrupted by reason of a dental survey made in our squadron. The dear old Math Class for 2 hours, began at 6. Just wonder how long it will before I make up my mind to pass the tests and get away from this unwanted compulsory education.

Falling behind in my listing of day by day happenings led me to do a little writing. Bed was next on schedule.

After work this eve I attend an informal discussion group on short story writing and short story appreciation. Dr. Paul Kettrick led the session. On the field at 10:30.

An informal and slightly unorganized square dance took up my spare time tonight. I tried one dance but the music wasn’t too pleasing so I give up the deal. Checked service records at the Gp. all day.

Registered over 400 soldier student as my pastime today. Finished up just in time to make my school class downtown. Ms. Nelson brought me to the field.

With some hesitation I visited the post service club to watch the dances and hear the new swing band which seems to be consstanty improving. 14 musicians now blast forth loud and fast.

A long tiring Saturday dragged by. Browsing through the many volumes on natural history at the public library brought another week to a close. I stumbled upon my Friend Rowland at the Rec. Center from whence we searched for a place to eat. Back again at 11:30.

Catching up on my religious duties I went to Confession and Holy Communion at Mass. I read, ate and slept until 2:30. Off to the city park and lecture. Then the weekly trek to the downtown Service Clubs. Once I again Rowland’s path & mine crossed. We came back to the field together.

—A long drawn out day filing cards. Math Class. Made my laundry ready for the morrow. Did some writing, then to bed.

Was at the writers class once more. Doc Kettrick drove me part way back to the field. Plots and construction were considered tonight. Also the life of Edgar Allen Poe was discussed.

Tonight I broke down and shined all my shoes and put them in first class condition. Just small tasks like this that keep a soldier eternally busy. It’s a good thing man does need such a thing as sleep to turn his back on the world for a few hours each day and forget about his thoughts and cares.

Happily the downtown classes at the University were on schedule tonight. This is really one thing I look forward to each week. To be studying the things in which I’m interested and to be among the people who have become my friends. The Cerreny’s saw me to camp at 10:30.

Tonight I completely overhauled and put in order all my clothes, books etc. An evening’s work, but something I have been wanting to do for quite a while.

Today begin with a gas mask drill which turned out to be a morning of seeing motion pictures on various phases of warfare and defense. Back to the office to finish out the working day. Rowland & I aimlessly wandered about the streets of Denver and at last got something to eat and drink then back to the field. Moved to barrack 491 this A.M.

Work was a struggle today. A sore throat and head trouble was the annoyance. The Math Class again. Feeling worse as time went on, the old bunk was my only relief.

Went to the dispensary to get doctored for my aches and pains. Was at the barracks the greater part of the day. Mr. & Mrs. Glover McConnell called on me late this afternoon, inviting to their home the day. Sewed Pfc stripes on my coat and blouse and gladly tucked myself in bed.

Across town to the McConnells for a venison supper. Such a meal—one that will be hard to equal in a lifetime. The Mrs. sure done herself proud as a culinary artist. The old gent a great hunter, fisherman and camper entertained by display his trophies and some of this excellent taxidermy work. Back to camp at 11:30.

Off to class at the University College. For some reason I more than enjoyed the sessions this evening. After school—the Cerveny’s treated me to refreshments, then drove me to the post in 8 inches of snow that had fallen during the day.

Today was brought to completion by reading letters, the hometown newspaper and bringing up to date this dull witted writing.

Payday again but worked a full day. I took off for town by myself. However I bumped into Rowland (seems like we can’t stay separated) and later joined by Johnny Goshorn. We three made the rounds to the best of Denver’s drinking establishments. At midnight we were on our way back to Lowry.

After Mass I put myself in readiness for a noon dinner engagement. Al Cerveney and his 12 year old, Karl met me at the post entrance. Martha , Mrs. Cerveney had a fine meal prepared and the midst of these folks I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Deep inside of me I was thankful that people such as these were so understanding and would go so far out of their way to lighten the life of one who was a virtually a stranger to them. We spent the mid afternoon listening to Capt. Bob Bartlett who spoke at the Phipps Auditorium. Leaving my friends I struck out for the service clubs in the company of Bob Rowland with the field again as the final objective.

Math Class after the day’s toil. From there on, the remaining hours passed with me organizing my clothes for the laundry and washing some socks. Sooooo, one soldier’s life in the air corps moves on slowly and uneventfully.

Dr. Paul Kettrick led some of us soldiers in a discussion dealing with the short story. Upon departing from this group, I ran smack into Rowland. Indulging in a—your wrong—a milkshake and both agreed we must turn to the post—with reluctance.

This evening—a high school revue was presented at the post service club. A very entertaining program that was enjoyed by all the soldiers.

Three train loads of soldiers were given registration slips for school today. I just finished in time to make a mad scramble for class downtown. Rocks and minterals were studied in the Nature course. After school, Mr. Elmer Nelson, Joanne, Helen and I stopped for a snack to eat. Then dear old Lowry beckoned.

Cant recall what place this day—must have stayed in the barracks in the evening. We had personal inspection at 12:45 P.M.

—Yelllow fever shot this A.M. at 10. Had the rest of the day for myself. Went to the Kenworthys’ in South Denver. The Mr. & I took a short jaunt afield and truly it was a pleasure for me to again be able to get the feel of the great outdoors. For one who has been “penned” in so long an occasion of this kind was a real bracer. We had a very nice meal followed by some target shooting till late evening. The Kenworthys kindly motored to the post where I bid them goodnight. Large soft flakes of snow fell upon me as I entered the barracks door. Up at six, this Sabbath morn. The reason, Mass and on duty at the office. Had to practically break the trail to the other length of the field. More snowy blustery weather. Finished work in time to see the Kashare Indians at the museum. A group of Boy Scouts who interpret Indian dance. The day was brought to a close after a my habitual visits to the service clubs.

I kept frozen up all day, especially when Math class had to be contended with after supper. This day was concluded with me trying to get my clothes and lockers in presentable condition.

Letter writing till lights out finished another day.

Sewing chevrons on my overcoat was part of tonight’s pastime. I meandered over to the service club to watch the soldiers and young ladies of Denver square me. No I didn’t participate but stayed quite late after I had become engaged in conversation with some of the visitors on hand (R. L.) The dancers were on their way home as Ray Stamm & I squatted on the edge of his bunk eating ice—in the pitch dark.

One of the pleasures I look forward every week was again enjoyed—My classes downtown. Snakes were the subject of tonight’s Nature session. Three live rattlers and a bull snake were displayed for the benefit of some of the shuddering students. The bird study class seemed much more interesting than usual. The Cerveney’s were again the ones who saw the soldier enter the gates of Lowry. More snow

Just loafed around after duty hours today. Checked service records at Gp Hq this afternoon. I looked in for a few minutes to watch the dancers at the post service club. Bed.

This early morning’s Valentines’ Day began a one of leisure and bird study. After several hours of comparing some Wood Warbler skins at the museum, Bob Niedrock took me to his home. In the snow and winds we set out for Daniels Parks. It was an enjoyable day for me in having the chance to add two new species to my list. I stayed as guest at the evening meal breaking bread with Bob’s wife and daughter Woody. This modern naturalist put himself very much at ease and related some of his interesting experiences he underwent while on his South American expedition. Not much I could do but listen enviously and silently hope that some day fate would appoint me to a similar life. Back at the old Alma Mater at midnight.

The routine Sunday’s week back again—Mass—read—Lecture—but here was the change. In the company of Bob Rowland, I went to the home of Jo Shamberger for a lunch and a social gathering of soldiers and some of Denver’s nicest young ladies. Singing and dancing kept the crowd entertained till the breaking up eventually came at eleven P.M.

Math Class again. How time rolls on! The barracks was my main objective tonight and soon bedtime was here again. -3° below this A.M.

Studying the copperhead out of books at the City Library took up this evening. Bob Rowland, my old side kick, was my companion. A minute at the Rec Center then on to the post.

My duties as a Catholic called this evening. The annual Ash Wednesday ceremony took place at the St. Urban’s chapel. A reminder that someday death would take it’s toll on man and a reminder the Lenten season had begun and man should make self-imposed penances upon himself in atonement for his miscomings and down right orneryness. Studying and giving an account of myself, stuff ‘n things made a busy and a too fast passing evening. O° this am.

The Class in Bird Study was my main objective today. Again it was my pleasure to be escorted to the field by Elmer, Helen and Joanne. Today I lost my Buddy Bob Rowland. He went to Miami, Fla., to officers candidate school—Heck.

—As far as I can see this day could have been skipped. I hardly did any work and the evenings hours were spent in the barracks.

Well I had to make another trip to the library after duty hours today. To make preparation for next week’s Nature class, the study of the shad was undertaken to learn briefly some of its habits and mode of living. Being alone and slightly restless I wandered around to several bar rooms and lastly to Lowry at midnight.

Washington’s Birthday. Needless to say that I was among those present at 8:30 Mass this morning. Twas a rather misty damp day. Tried to catch upon some of the current events till chow time. Vincent Palmer gave a rather interesting lecture at Phipps auditorium. Some rather unique colored movies of marine and fish life were shown. As usual the Service Clubs were visited till time decided that I should soon head back to Lowry.

We awoke to find the world once more covered with whiteness. I was detailed to Group Hq to “sweat out” incoming students. This would be my task for the ensuring week. Some 1172 boys are now on their way to begin classes here. Math class happened again. The remaining part of the evening I found time to get my laundry bundled and work on some bird migration dates of the Denver area.

A slow day. In fact I hardly new how to put in the time. In the evening, I attended the monthly meeting of the Colo. Bird Club. Mr. A. M. Bailey gave a motion picture account of his expedition into Abyssinia. Young Bob Fishburn led the round table discussion. I was back in the barracks near mid-night.

A complete and totally “lost” day. I hardly did any work and made it a “successful” day by being down right lazy and lying on my bunk most off the evening.

Had to get relieved from duty to make class tonight. Even at that I was somewhat late. The Cerveny’s were my gracious—“seers home” after class.

Today moved along. Worked on comparison with Colo. & W.Va. Warbler List—Looked in on the dancers at the service and off to bed.

Well another month is in its dying stages with a soft snow falling. Right chilly too. Payday was enjoyed by the soldiers and the money flow thick and fast in all directions. I was on duty till 5 oclock at which time I proceeded to the City Library to do more searching for material connected with my Nature class—on oysters. Me oh my! After that it was only naturally to visit the city proper and observe what was happening in the various night spots and take part in the activities. Trolleyed back to the field at 1:15 AM.

Clear glistening sunshine blessed Colorado, the kind of sun that gives off warm mellow rays in such a way that the whole world seems to take on a friendly glow and makes one spirits raise to the point of thinking that today is truly one to be alive. My day was like so many other past Sundays—Mass—Reading—Dinner—Lecture at the Museum and lastly the service clubs.

A full schedule was enacted this first working day in March. First at the office—next Math class—and the wind up was generally scrubbing, dusting and mopping of the barracks, making preparations for the tour of inspection by the Inspector General of the 8th Corps Area. Never before have I seen my living quarters take on a clean dazzling glow!

After “awfice” hours today I “rooted” through some of my old correspondence I have received and disposed of such. Did some writing and some studying for my ornithology class.

Took it easy after work—Visited the service club and the PX.

School downtown—The Cerveney’s saw me “home” with first making a stop for refreshments. It gives me a great deal of satisfaction to have had the opportunity to meet and be befriended by people like these. Down deep I am grateful for such folks and to myself too that I am able to cultivate friendships.

Attended stations—Made locker ready for mornings inspection—Bed

Chow. Inspection—Worked—Ray Stamm & I listlessly (is that the right word? I believe so!) hobnobbed about the business center of Denver—just for fun. We returned before midnight. Almost forgot was made sergeant today.

Made my confession and communion at Mass this morning. Read the paper—Started to walk to the Museum for the lecture—but the kind citizens of Denver decided differently. I rode. A Mr. King had me as his guest to accompany him at the lecture. A visited the soldier centers—rode to town with Dr. & Mrs. Greene. Turned down chance to see “Life with Father.” The Gish Sisters. 75 soldiers invited.

No Math Class anymore—finally but not my fault—passed the test. Started to write term paper for the Nature course. Gave up the idea since I couldn’t get any ideas and the “dog-faces” caused too much disturbances—In 8 mos today.

At the Service Club this evening some young ladies from Denver Univ. gave a oral recitation. They did right well.

Looked in on the square dancers at the Service Club—so goes it.

Checked records at the group. School downtown. A gang from the class gathered at Baur’s for refreshment. The Cerveny’s again did me honors.

Worked—Reading Wheeling paper attended Stations of the Cross—Wrote up notes and diary—Bed

Worked—Off to town making the rounds by myself. Back at the post at 12:15—New order says soldiers must be off streets at 11:30 P.M.

Chow—Mass—Read—Chow—Museum for lecture—Woody Craig accompanied me on all my ramblings including the service clubs—Field at 10:45 P.M.—Warm, windy day, cool, cloudy evening.

Worked—Snowed twice in morning and in the evening—Made bed.—Put laundry in readiness for pick up. Looked up and had visit from Ernie Meyers an ornithologist from California. Meyers is in photo school here.

Worked—Loafed around barracks made another attempt at term paper—Bed.

Worked—Service Club to see some dancing school put on quite an entertaining performance. Off to town with Srena Martinez, Holden and Heatherington. We all had a milk shake and was again back to the boys and the barracks.

Sheppard and I registered new students. I went to school at 5 oclock—Class early this evening—Had supper with C. Hughey—After the Bird Class examination the gang congregated at Baur’s. Snowed plenty today.

This evening—Ray Holden & myself were visitors at the Wagner home. We saw kodachrome slides of their trip into the Canadian Rocks. You said it refreshments were served. In bed at midnight.

Missed mass—couldn’t hardly navigate. Had to report for duty at 9:00 AM. Never put in such a miserable time in all my life. Boy I was really sick in the head and chest. The bed was my only thought as I walked backed from the office in a the radiating sun.

Struggled through the day somehow. Polished buttons and insignias on my uniform in evening. Wrote and finally the good old bunk.

Worked—Bed—Sick

Worked—Bed—Sick

Worked—Bird Class—Bed.

Left field at 9 A.M. for town. Shopped, had lunch and boarded “the Rocket” at 12:45 P.M. for Chicago. Some other soldiers were on the train bound for Charleston, W. Va. We became acquainted and started our furloughs in the proper manner.

Arrived in Chicago at 8:50 AM. Ate breakfast and was on the B & O headed for Wheeling an hour later. Was back in the hometown at 10:20 PM and walked in the kitchen door at home about a quarter till eleven. It was a happy feeling to greet my folks and take realm of of the household.

The beginning of the reunion lasted till 3 AM. Off to bed and slept till church time at 10:30. Stopped off at the Bischofs and Broshs for a few minutes. Dad, Mom, Martha & I paid Grandma & Aunt Helena a visit early in the evening and proceeded to East Whg to call upon relatives in that section of town. Back home once more to have a friendly chat with my people and bed again.

Made a flying start for town. Stopped at the Fidelity to see some of my former fellow employees. Then made a tour about the business section greeting of friends and acquaintances. Reached home in time for supper. Continued my travels by talking to the Scouts of Troop #35 and joined the junior leaders in some refreshments at a nearby dairy products establishment. Walked home in a light shower but first visited the Menkimellers. So closed another day.

Just can’t remember but think I stayed about the house till early afternoon but know I wended my way to the Coulter’s. Twas blowing and a typical blustery spring snow was in progress. After supper and a chat with the Coulters West’s and the Bird Club was the last stop. Bed at 2 AM.

Roamed around town till late afternoon. I was the guest’s of the Brosh’s for a very succulent meal. The food was prepared and seasoned far better than I had been used for nearly the past year. Departed from my hosts about dusk, to join my folks for a social call on the Nolans. Here Elmer Bibbee put in his appearance. So another friend was seen. Bed around midnight.

Mom and I want to town. She did some shopping whild I did some gallivanting. We met at noon to go home to eat. On the go—This time up Big Wheeling Creek to visit the Langmeyers. In the evening Uncle Geo. Breiding met me at Church to bring me home. Good

Rain. Slept in late. Visited close by neighbors till mid-day. Don Keyser was my companion on a hike in back of the house—purpose—bird study. Was wonderful to get back in the hills and valleys. Went to church with the family at night. Later in the company of the Coulters the Bibbees were called on. From that point a couple of spots were hit. Was almost 2 o'clock again before bed was seen.

Chuck Conrad was my partner on an excursion up Bib Whg. Crk to study migrating bird. Was a beautiful day to be afield and our efforts were quite successful. April 4. With the ever unceasing rush being repeated. town was my goal. Confession at the Cathredral—Supper at home. Delby and his wife and dotter stopped. Met D. Cunningham on my way to Tom’s. Too much time was spent here guzzling before my last call for the day was made at the Bonoenbergers. At last—home again and bed at midnight. Early for a

Church—Grandma’s home for dinner. Dropped in Alb. Brandjass at the Ohio Valley Gen’l Hospital to see her and her first born—Pamela. On the horse again. Had supper at Bonenbergers This was a hurry up and come and go affair since I had to be at home early for “open house.” Quite a few of the relatives honored me with their prescence. So a fun laugh gradually winds up.

The bed felt too good to go on a wild goose chase so I just slept and slept. Stayed home all day. One of the biggest parades in the history of Wheeling was staged this evening. The celebration of Army was the occasion. All of the groups organized for Civilian Defence were the participants. Was truly a big affair. Through mobs of people and automobiles I gradually arrived at the Jepson’s where an informal gathering of the Bird Club for a few social hours of eating, drinking singing and general frivolity. The clock struck two as I stumbled in to retire.

Up at 10 AM. Hike to Oglebay park to bid a hello and goodbye to Mr. & Mrs. A. B. Brooks & Mrs. --- Brooks the mother of Maurice Brooks, a rather prominent ornithologist. In the rain—the Coulters was my destination for the purpose of getting my old double barrel which had been there since my entrance into the Service. Since the Coulters were going to furnish me with transportation to the Station and would bring the gun along I arrived home empty handed. My last meal at home seem unusually tasty—just appreciative I guess. At 7:20 P.M. in the midst of my family, a large gathering of relatives friends and acquaintances, I set out for Chicago, the first of my journey back to Lowry Field.

In Chicago at 7:20. Had a cafeteria style breakfast. The wind made me step vigorously as a stiff breeze beat against me while walking along the lake to get to the Field Museum of Nat. Hist. Here I was shown around and got an inside of view of what happens behind the marble halls of this great institution. I was really impressed of what goes on behind the scenes.

From here I rambled aimlessly higher and yon about the Windy City and enjoyed myself watching the crowds go continuously helter-skelter in an ever unending stream. But Chicago lived up to its name and several times I stepped indoors to get away from the lashing gusts of wind. Time moved on and so did I—to Denver. Left Chicago at 1:50, in the Mile Hi City at 8:25 Thurs morning.

From the train it was a slow tramway ride to the barracks and soldiers. I made myself fresh with a bath, shave and haircut and ate heartily. The museum beckoned so I spent the afternoon there till early evening. Ate a nice meal downtown and the next stop was my My Bird Study class. The class had some new students and people with whom I must become acquainted. The Cerveny’s graciously saw that Soldier Meyer and myself were transported to Lowry in good order.

Back on the job among the typewriters and filing cabinets. Oh me. After work was more work. The windows in the barracks had to be cleaned so every man was detailed and responsible for one each. I did mine and had to climb out on the roof to massage the outside “pins.” After working up a good sweat—I “cleaned up” and found a little diversion in listening to the Soldier’s band at the service club.

Worked—Visited City Park about sundown—Caught a hop to down where I had some eats and made the rounds to a few night spots. On the field before midnight.

Went to Mass—Had breakfast—Read—Had noon chow. Boarded the tramway about 1 P.M. and landed out in Englewood. Hitched hike to Ft. Logan to look for Bill Herr a young fellow who was a brother employee of mine back in Wheeling. I failed to locate him. Down on the Platte River I was enjoying myself hunting for birds and watching the fishermen. A hard shower ended my travels afoot. Two kind old residents on their way to Denver took me in out of the rain and we rattled our way back to the business section. I went to the Rec. Center for a hand out and eventually was back on the post.

Worked—Wrote—Read—Bed. Very warm.

Worked till noon. Sarge told me to take the afternoon off. That is right I went to the Museum and got in the way of the boys down there. Licked my chops on a steak in town and made a quick stop at the Library. In the doorway I met “Dad” Smith, a prominent oldtimer and ornithologist of Denver. A very interesting and likable old gent. Will have to gather some information about him and enter him in my journal.

On later I was watching Bob Niedrack water his lawn. My reason for being in this neighborhood was to attend a public session at the Observatory to gaze in the telescope to catch sight of the brighter stars & planets. Back to Niedrack’s for a short chat. Mr. & Mrs. Chauffered me back to my domain at 10:30 P.M.

Worked—Read—Wrote some bird notes—Service club to watch the square dance. Then to bed.

Worked—School—The Cerveny’s again showed their kindness. Back to the reservation in good shape—early. High winds—dusty.

Worked—Cleaned Lockers—A Sex Morale lecture was scheduled today. I attended at 2:30 P.M. A right nice rain was falling when I looked in on the dancers at the service club. The merry making was just reaching its heights as I hit for the bunk.

Worked till noon—Hard showers fell but I departed for town. Aside from slopping around in the rain and watching the shoppers my stay was very uninteresting. I did buy a watch. My old time piece was not performing accurately and got me all riled up occasionally when it would lose time or stop at the most inopportune time. I made an early return to the field.

With Mass and breakfast over, Ernie Meyer and I set forth in a downpour to City Park lake. Here we were joined by several other members of the Bird Study class. Mid morning saw the whole gang at the Cerveny’s dining table enjoy coffee and coffee cake. Till early afternoon we sat around most informally discussing current events and chatting of things and nothing in general.

As planned our little crowd advanced to the Liverman’s for a very relishing meal. All the which the rain rained and we chattered on. About sundown (had there been a sun) I reentered the gates of Lowry only long enough to get myself presentable to visit town—the city library and the Soldier’s Recreation Center. An old acquaintance put in his appearance, Bill Herr, the young fellow whom I searched for at Ft. Logan last Sunday. Gradually a fall day came to a climax.

Business was poor at the office today. After noon chow I made an appointment for dental treatment on the coming Wednesday. Went back to duty. A vaudeville show from one of the local theatre came to the Service Club to lighten the soldier’s leisure hours. The boys as usually turned out in full force and emphatically put their approval on the cast’s offerings.

Eliminating the visit to the dentist today was practically a duplicate of yesterday’s happenings.

At the office till noon. Spent a a “pleasant” afternoon in the dentist chair. The affected tooth was X-Rayed and promptly given treatment and I was given instruction to return a week hence. In the evening Dick Kelty and I were guests at the house party for some soldiers in south Denver namely the Budd residence.

New classes were to begin the coming week so I was on duty registering students as they came in from various sections of the country. Another session at the bird class finished the day. It rained hard all day and gradually developed into a good wet snow.

Continued the registration. The new students received a Colorado reception with lots of snow. Was an onlooker at the soldiers dance at the service club till the habit of sleep called.

Not much for a Saturday. Worked—Town—Ate. Back to the field early.

Early Mass—Chow—Met the bird class at City Park. Our party motored to Marston Lake and Ft. Logan area. A very fine trip. The Cervenys did Meyer and I justice with a chicken dinner. I returned to the field to wait for more students. Was on duty till 4:30 PM at which time I went to town to the Soldiers Recreation Center.

After activities ceased there Ruth Lowe accompanied me to sip a soft drink. I came to the field. She went home, ahope.[?]

As usual a let down. Worked. Read—Wrote. Bed.

Attended the monthly meeting of the Colo. Bird Club at the museum. Then Otto Fredericks drove me back to the boys and the barracks.

Worked at the office. Spent about an hour at the Service club to see a revue presented by the So. Hi School.

Back on the registration job again. Passes the afternoon hours at the dental and the eye, ear, nose & throat clinic for a check up. Having slight pains in the right side of my head. Went to school downtown, only to return and wait for troup trains till 2. A.M. Also today was pay call.

After work the urge to move founds its outlet with me winding up over at the Kenworthy’s to study some migrating birds. The Kenworthys were my chauffer after first filling me with refreshments.

Snowing like the devil today. I left the office at 2 oclock in the afternoon to attend a wedding at the chapel, which never happened. This is quite a story, but I don’t feel like relating it here. In fact the whole tale ends in a mess involving several love affairs. Anyhow the wedding reception at one of the towns biggest hotels. The party was pretty wet and many of the guests imbibed too freely.

I got to bed about 2 AM.

Up at 6 for Mass and chow. Met the bird class at City Park. From there Bob Niedrock took Ernie Meyers and myself out on the prairie to hunt birds. Niedrock left us to roam all day till late afternoon. I didn’t have enough running around—so to town till bed time.

As usual—Worked, Read, Wrote—Bed—Service club talking to Lott.

Worked. Hurried to town to send Mom some candy for Mother’s Day—this coming Sunday met Fran. B and had dinner. The field—at—9 P.M.

On a wonderful trip today with [?] Bailey and Fred Branderlarg of the Museum. We traveled to north eastern Colo. just in below where Wyoming and Nebraska meet. The purpose of this jaunt was to film the Golden Eagle at its nest. Returned at 11 PM. Wish I could go into that story too but after all I’m in the army and time wont permit—just now.

Class once more at the University. The Cerveny’s as always treated Ernie and I and saw us back to camp.

Loafed around—Service Club. Bed. An acquaintance whom I met here on the field left for Jackson AB, Miss. Earl Eiden is the chap.

Worked—Town—Made a couple of stops—Field—Bed.

Mass. Conf & Comm—Chow—City Park--[?] with Bird class—Field Supper—Town—Field—Bed

Worked—cleaned lockers—Service Club—D. U. chorus—Bed.

Worked. Had dinner and went to the movies with M. S.—Made a mad rush back to camp at mid-night.

Work—New commanding officer—Capt. Barker was introduced by the leaving commander Capt. Quigley. Was met by the Cerveny’s at the gate to go picnicking but the squally weather forced us to an indoor meal. We did managed to spend a little time around Bluff’s lake before giving up altogether. The remainder of the evening was an enjoyable conversation. Back “home” at 10:30

Worked ½ day. Dental clinic—Pushed off for the museum to meet Bob Niedrack to accompany him as a guest for dinner at his home.

—Off to class for more birds. Al & Martha Cerveny as usual treated the dog faces at Baurs—Camp at 10:30

Worked—wrote—read—Service club—Bed.

Worked—Town with Ernie Myer—We just loafed around and wound up eating a hamburger formulating places to organize at bird and nature club. Midnight moved in closely at we moved close to the field.

After Mass and chow—no birding—On duty—till a little after noon. I had made plans with myself to hike to the Barr Lake region but was disrupted with an invitation to go to the mountains with Bill Martinez, Ray Holden and “Les” Heatherington.

We took in the scenery of the wonderful majestic foreboding yet inviting and magnetic Rockies. We climaxed the day with a delectable steak dinner. Mmmm—Plenty good. Completed excursion near dusk. Nightfall was preparing itself to blanket the city as I left my companions to make a stop at the Sold. Rec. Center. A satisfied soldier was I as sleep gently called.

Worked—Accompanied Sgt. Sheppard to Windsor lake just South of the field. He took an abbreviated swim while I naturally hunted for birds. A short—delightful—jaunt—just what I needed to give me an end of the day lift.

Happily and hurriedly I left the field this morning to meet my pal Bob Niedrach. At 7:30 we were on our way to a place about 100 miles south of Lowry which lays between Colo. Springs and Canon City. We spent the entire day in the Pinon Cedar and Cacti searching for birds’ nests. We found the Western Gnatcatcher, House Finch, Mourning Dove, Colorado Towhee, Say's Phoebe nesting and found old nests of the Pinon Jay and a new nest of the Woodhouse's Jay.

Our tramp over the mesas in the hot sun drew to a close in the late afternoon as the winds put in their appearance accompanied by hard showers. Mrs. Niedrach was on the job with supper for us at 7:30. A pleasant evening followed just chatting till I was brought back to the field at 10:30.

After work today—I looked for some Wheeling boys who are now at Lowry. I found them—Earl Weyericks, Bill Monners and Gene Bates, all armourer students. How odd it seems when I know that someplace or other I have rubbed shoulders with these men back home and never met or got to know them. Sometimes life is too hard to figure out. I know for me there are continuous surprises and changes and the best way to meet them is to take them as they come.

I moved on to the hospital to see Woody Craig—a brother barracks sharer, laid up with arthritis.

Next move—the Service Club—Bumped into Ernie Meyers. We talked away until nearly mid night. The conversation was naturally birds and nature work. Finally off to bed.

After a full busy day on the field—it continued at my Bird Study class. Bob Niedrack drove Ernie, Burrit and me to see the Barrowing Owl at 12th & Forest. Camp next stop.

A little different evening found, Holden Heathevington and yours truly—of all places—in a cemetery. Without hesitation we agreed we had an enjoyable evening out among the new lush foliage and velvety soft grass. Actually it was a relief to be among eye easing green where it was quiet and only the birds songs and swaying branches broke the stillness. Back to the hub bub to the Service Club for refreshments and watch the dancers. Another day was done—Bed.

Worked-Town-Field-Bed- Big day-eh?

Church and chow. Met the Cerenys and Helen L.![?] to go to Univ. Party on to Castlewood Dam Area. The day was pleasant as it was long. Out of doors among companions of mutual interest adds much to a trip afield. Our excursion through this yellow pine—scrub oak associations presented new birds and forms of plant. All these introductions to new people and becoming acquainted with the western wildlife gives one a great deal of satisfaction and appreciation of friendship and the world about us.

The end of the trip saw some of us at the Liverman home storing away cold root. From there it was back to camp for me then a jaunt to town to witness open house for the public at the Soldiers’ Recreation Center.

After supper I received a call—from the hospital requesting me to pay a visit to Ernie Meyer. He was operated on yesterday—an acute attack of appendicitis. I paid him a visit in found him in excellent condition. The effects of the anesthesia had worn off and he was feeling some pain but otherwise was in fine shape.

Tonight Dick Kelty and I leisurely strolled about City Park till I took leave to sit in on the monthly meeting of the Colo. Bird Club. Mr. Barry Parks showing some Kodachrome slides showing Colo. Wildlife and talk briefly on conservation. I had the floor for a few minutes and gave a brief comparative list of the W. Va. & Colo. Wood Warblers.

Kelty & I went on a good-will tour. I introduced him to the trio from Wheeling before we dropped in on Meyers and Craig at the hospital. Another day was done—after I sewed some chevrons on a khaki shirt.

A busy day was completed with a final bird study that included Bob Niedrack drove me to camp after class.

Holden, Heatherington were my partners as a mad scramble was made to have leave the post. Tomorrow—Decoration Day was declared a holiday. We had heard an inspection was scheduled but not officially posted. So we wanted to get away before we had been informed of such—which we did. We hitch-hiked to Idaho Springs, rented a tourist’s cabin and promptly went to bed.

Up bright and early. At the finish of a well rounded out breakfast of sausages, eggs and hot cakes, three eager soldiers began a trek in a south easterly direction up the mountain to Squaw Pass. The lack of human noises combined with the serene, light coolness of the forest and higher altitudes along with beautiful scenery, riotously colored wild flowers and the flash of bright plumaged birds giving of their melodious gay songs lented a a satisfying enchantment that only the inner breast, soul and mind can feel.

A very much fatigued crew were we a the heighth of our ascent. By a stroke of good fortune we ran right smack into a young married couple from Kansas. They were vacationers and were just ending a picnic lunch when we put in our appearance—we really finished off their lunch. It was a fully loaded car that rolled us back to Idaho Springs.

Our generous ride givers journied on—to Grand Lake. We soldiers refused the invitation to go with them. Instead we consumed an enormous steak dinner. Rerented our cabin and nature’s potion of fresh air, cool winds and heating sun soon took its toll on us—three snoring soldiers.

As my buddies slowly recuperated from their night’s sleep I was on my way to Mass. An hour later we all joined in another hearty breakfast. Off again in the general direction of Denver. Sure looked like rain but that as far we were concerned only hurt the light for our picture taking. ‘Bout two o’lcock in the afternoon Prospector’s Trail was a good resting place.

Following the banks and shore of Clear Creek was our route so you can see how much of a direct line we folloWednesday, Along side the terrain covered today we felt less fatigued and had made more headways in compared with yesterday’s ascent. Strangely enough an automobile stopped to give us a ride and it was the Longs our friends from Colby, Kansas. They took us down Mt. Lookout to Buffalo Bill’s grave and like the unholy three non-chalantly stumbled and tripped down the mountain side into Golden.

A stop for refreshment—the open road again to ride to Denver; the tramway to Lowry and there we were, Tired hungry and sun burned. A bath fixed us up in good shape. Red pulled a tick from his leg—this made us think a little—spotted fever. I went to the hospital to see Craig & Ernie—my day—was done—happy and tired—1250 RAF planes over Cologne—leveled the city.

Worked—Dentist—Paycall—Work—Hospital—Bed.

Worked—Service Club Library P.X.—Bed. Saw Lee Good.

Worked—Hospital—Service Club—Day. Room—Bed at 10.—Met Charlie Benger of Warwood.

Worked—Kelty & I listened Charlie Barrett’s Band at Elitch’s Gardens. Met Cal Martin from Whelling. Dutch Harbor—Alaska—Bombed by Japs 2 raids made

Work—Slept—Cleaned Up lockers clothing etc. Watched the G. I. hoppers at the Service Club—finally drifting off to bed.

Worked up until 2:00 o’clock.—From there the Cerenys, Ernie and I motored to Arvada on to Boulder to Boulder Canon. As usual we were in quest of birds to observe and study. We were hit by several hard showers that had little effect on dampening our spirits. A downpour hammered the car’s rooftop the way back and continued on into the night.

The old whistle blew at 6 A.M. and I promptly bee lined for Mass and chow. For the first time since my entrance to the army were to have a Sunday inspection. Appears as if they were trying to make an army out of the air corps. Anyway we fell out in formation and were very politely given the breeze by by that inspection party. The thing wound up about 9:45 and so the beginning of a fine day was spoiled. May be this stuff is all what it takes to win a war—if it is I’m all for it—personally. I think it’s a morale buster and I don’t mean [?] because so many boys had previously made arrangements for other engagements. It’s the game of a soldier were playing and anything goes.

Bout noon the clouds gathered and soon hard rains gave went to the thunder and lightning of the storm’s fury. I remained about camp till nightfall then found some relaxation at the library with a short visit to the Service Center.

I beat it out for town after supper to attend a photography class at the USO.

For want of better organization the affair did not meet entirely to with my satisfaction and didn’t prove to be too profitable.

Put in a fair day’s work as a mimeographer. Dick Kelty and I hiked to Mountain View Park to watch the sunset. From there we made stop for refreshment before catching a “hop” back to camp.

More walking for this evening’s entertainment. Red, Les and I ambled down 6th Ave Pkway cutting across to City Park to enjoy the displays of lights and sprays at the illuminated fountain in the center of the park lake. Many boat riders give life to the scene lending a touch of action and merriment to the occasion. Some kind folks rode us back to camp.

Registered new students all morning and was relieved at noon to return to the office to take up the mimeograph work. The hospital was my destination for the twilight hours. This time I visited Ben Fox—Craig and Petchie, another day.

Hard rains were in store for us all day. At night the pounding drops sounded as if they were trying to hammer their way through the barracks roof. Traveling was practically nil—still Red Hilden and I splashed to the Service Club to eat and watch the weekly dancers.

Quickly and unexciting the time slipped by in the city library tonight. The Rec Center held no attraction—so—the ultimate outcome—Lowry.

A shriek blast from a whistle roused the boys at 5:30—Flag Day—dress parade and review. Fortunately our squadron being over strength all the soldiers were not. I was among those dismissed shortly after formation. Me review, I was told, was in progress most of this morning. Me, however, called the Cervenys to see if an earlier invitation still held good to go with them on a day’s travel to study and observe birds.

The gray foreboding clouds were repulsed by old Sol to lighten our spirits and vision. Today for some reason to be the day I had yet spent afield. Friends with the same interests and sympathies paved the way to gradually let me slip away to a feeling of contentment and light headedness.

Our excursion took us to Littleton, to Deer Creek Canyon, North Turkey Creek, Marshdale, Evergreen, Idledale over Grapevine Road to Mt. Vernon Canyon to the Cervenys home. Food was the chief item and our only thought. Despite the fact it was a very late dinner hours, we filled ourselves—to complete a perfect day.

Monday, night gave me a chance to shop in the business district to get a greeting card for Father’s Day. I bumped into Red & Les—the answer—eat and drink, the chief pleasures of those two guys’ lives.

Work—Washington Park—Fran’s Field—Bed at eleven.

Work Town to Post Office—City Park—Field—Bed.

Registration of new students—Town to bird class—Bob Niedrack brought me to the barracks. Library,--loaned a book, “Audoubon” by Constance Rourke. Read a couple chapters—then off to bed.

Not feeling well today—head & nose troubles—must be hay fever. Anyway I slept after supper—read some of my book and soon it was lights out.

Left the office at 10 A.M.—couldn’t get my breath. Set out for Daniel’s Park. Was joined by the Murphy’s, Cevenys, Floyds, Niedrack & M. Pritchett. Twas a fine day to be afield—clear—breeze blowing—fine companions. Arrived at Lowry in time to eat supper.

The ensuing hours passed with me stretched out on my bunk going along with Audobon on his merry restless adventures. His constant struggle to bring “his Birds” to the public was almost a heart breaking quest, but his ambitions and love for his feathered friend overcame the difficult obstacles. Really it’s inspirational to follow the life of this man and share his innumerable disappointments, joys and finally the victory.

Up in time to go to 8:30 Mass and then to the crowded P.X. for toast and coffee. A feast today at the McConnel’s-chicken fried at that. I was invited the first part of the week and was bade to bring a buddy—Les Heatherington was he. A cool, cloudy, rainy day and evening drifted by—till the time we were taking the direction of the beam from Lowry.

This evening Ernie Meyers and I had a long chat. Today he moved into my barracks. He had much to tell after his recent trip to Philadelphia especially after staying at my home on his return to Colorado.

Buying birthday greeting cards led me from the field tonight. Kelty & Les were my companions as we were chewed up by mosquitos as we walked along several of the Parkways.

Ernie and I went bird hunting in Fairmount cememetry till the twilight faded and was gone. How wonderful it is to get in some recluse on green grass, under tall shady trees with the colorful flowers adding cheeriness that is blended with the songs of the birds. It’s an interesting thing to watch the beating rays of the sun fade to lengthy shadows, watch nature drowsily reminisce, how her head and slumber—to rest for another day. That is what we were soon doing with first thumbing the pages and finishing our book—to rest for another day.

It was pretty warm today, especially noticeable about noon. I made a visit to the Post Troop School in the afternoon and later met Ernie who was going to visit the museum. Later we were the guest of the Cervenys—a very fine meal. When 4 bird students get together it means talking birds or bird hunting, we did both. Our search led us to hear and see the Mocking bird. A very fine fellow is he—jumping, squaking, calling, whistling for all he’s worth. Gradually the day was spent and we were once more in the barracks.

Had quite a time of it today speshully after duty hours. A real batchelor in action was I, sewing buttons on a shirt, chevrons on sleeves, shining shoes, washing sox. Woody Craig was my partner for an hours visit to the service club to watch the dancers and drink refreshments.

Had a fairly busy day. Off to town to do some shopping. Bumped into Kelty & Lt. Tom Frazier so we had to celebrate the occasion. Dick & I saw Tom to the train leaving for Albequerque. N. M. We were two slow gaited sergeants taking our time returning to Lowry. Bed.

Up and “at ‘em at 8:15. Went to confession and communion then settled down to make a day of it watching for trains to bring new soldiers. I did too—till ten at night.

All’s well with me down town buying a license and fishing tackle. Ran into Stamm and Perry. Camp at 10:30.<.p>

Worked. Pay day. To the museum with Ernie we worked on the insect collection with Ernie doing the brain work and me getting in his way. We came back to camp supper time and I directly packed and headed for the Baileys since was to sleep here for a few hours before taking off for the hills.

At 3 AM o'clock we had breakfasted, packed, on our way to get Fred Frandenburg. A slightly sleepy trio were we but that had no effect in dampening our enthusiasm, but it almost was froze out in the Tarryall country at 6 A.M. It was frosty and cold, altitude 9,000 ft. The end of the day our catch was 23 trout averaging from 7 to 18 inches. The big ’un belonging to Mr. Bailey. Fred was high man for number and biggest average catch. Me—I also fished the biggest only a foot long.

I thought our stop at the Gold-Williams ranch was very interesting. Their place is the one where the Rocky Mts sheep spend their winters. We were fed and treated in the the highest kindest of sincere Western hospitality. Darkness had practically cloaked the mountain and huge bundles of clouds as we rambled toward home. After fishing in rain, hail, snow and under a hot sun the day was was topped of with more rain and sleet.

What a country. From one minute to the next one never can have an inkling whether the elements will be friendly and gentle, or scowling, bitter and unpleasant. In camp at 12:30 Thursday morning.

Up at 6:15 and on my way to work. Registered more boys today. Ernie & I went to the libry at the Civic Center and were back in camp at 9 PM.

Worked—To the AM Bailey’s for trout dinner. Back at the field at 8:45 PM. Made up registration slips—Service club—Bed.

Up at 6:45 A.M. Mr. Bailey took Ernie, Les and I to Loveland Pass. We stopped of at Genessee Park while Mr. Bailey took pictures of the Natalies Sapsuckers at the nest feeding their young. We had supper at the Bailey’s with Mr. Bailey acting as chef on the open fireplace in their back yard. Was swell. Back in the saddle at 10 PM.

Registered students, Mass at 11, Chow, More students the rest of the day.

Worked—Town to drop off some films. Went camera shopping.

Worked. Ernie & I went to the Cervenys—not at home. Book and concert—Field—Bed.

With Bob Niedrack to the Evans Ranch while he “shot” some movies. Poor luck—cloudy, then showers. Supper at his home. Field at 11.

Worked—Registered students in evening—Service Club with Craig and E. Meyers. Read. Well this day winds up my first anniversary in the army and me thinks I will draw my journal to a close. My intentions as I first entered the service were to register in this diary accounts of the daily happenings of a draftee inducted for a year’s training in the army.

Since my military life has boiled down to a routine job of eat, sleep and register new students with an occasional trip thrown into break the monotony there is hardly any use in going on. Originally my purpose was to set down in writing the humorous and heartbreaking events that can and does happen to the young soldier, then to himself or his buddies.

With this in mind and the way things have turned out I can see no sense in continuing this daily story that grows more and more the same day by day. I’ll close here and say that it’s more than the “Life of a Draftee,” a selective service man who by the hand of fate has been thrown into the non-combatant forces of a nation a war. I know I have let many incidents go passed unmentioned but to me they just didn’t seem to fit into the plot that has been woven weaved far in advanced by one much bigger than man himself. If this is the way my life is to be changed to the kind I crave, if thousands of boys must meet their destinies to help bring about this alteration, indeed the price is costly.

Yet who knows my fate may be like theirs before the mess is finished—not a life that is changed but like a candle flame in a breeze, that flickers, wavers, spatters and finally the light is gone. So if and when and until the period comes when this soldier’s daily actions are modified so as make a worthwhile and readable journal I call it quits.

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P.S. No doubt from time to time little things will come up that I will want to keep permanently, then I will take the pen in hand and resume the pleasant task of the scribe.

Of all things—here it is the thirteenth day of the month and my 13th month in the army. Sounds incredible but today I was promoted to Staff Sgt. This came about not too surprisedly but it must be considered that my labor alone was not what brought about the step-up. Analyzing the situation I think that three factors paved the way: Politics 50%, Work 25%, Personality 25%. Perhaps my judgement is incorrect but this is the best and closest assumption that can be made.

Today another marker is added to this civilian soldier’s career. Although complete details can not be given here and just what they may or may not lead to I am unable to determine. It can be said more responsibility has been added that may later carry me into a deeper and better service for my country. (Intelligence Service operated under three different names)

This evening at 9:15 I left Denver in charge of some soldiers being transferred to another field in California. Our journey took us down to LaJunta Colorado, over to Ratom, N. M thru Albuquerque, Gallup across Arizona via Winslow Williams, Oatman into Needles, Calif up into Barston, Bakersfield and lastly Fresno. We were routed by Santa Fe R.R. all the way.

From Fresno I bummed to San Francisco. There I saw the huge bridges, Chinatown, Fishermans's Warf, and other places that hold the interest of the tourist.

Orders from Post Hq. were released today listing promotions. Mine was among them making me a Staff Sgt effective January 1, 1943.

Bob Bonenberger on his way to Salt Lake City has a few hours layover in Denver. I had the pleasure of going to town and spending some time with him before he proceeded to his destination.

 

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George H. Breiding

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February 13th, 1943
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