Feb 25 - 1943 Thursday

Well, I had my interview but last night and it wasn't much. We went in a building that had four men at typewriters. They would write the regular junk on a card; where born, date, where father and mother born, citizen, and etc. We then went upstairs and talked with a guy who filled in information about your civilian jobs, sports you're interested in and education. After him we were supposed to meet the Leutenant and have our interview. He took my card and told me to sit down and asked how I was. I told him that I had managed to pick up a cold the night before. Then all he said was good luck and dismissed me. Such garbage. This morning we saw a movie on military courtesy and had a lecture on it. After the lecture we marched for an hour or so. After chow we were lined up and marched to the supply house where we were issued gas masks. The mask is of rubber and fits tight against the face so no gas gets in the eyes. We tried them out later in the gas chamber. After we got the masks we put them in our barracks and went out to the cow pasture. I don't know why they call it that, there's no grass and it covers over 200 acres. First we played games. We lined up in two lines and two men from each line would take a belt and then run down the side of the lines holding the belt between them. They would hold the belt about knee high and everyone in line would have to jump it when it came by. Once of the belt holders would stay at the end of the line and the other would return it to the front and take it down the line with the next man. We did this until everyone in line had his turn running. Our line beat the other one so everyone in the other line went through the mill. Then we had a chicken fight. One man would get on the other's back and then we would try to knock the other team on the ground. The whole lines mounted and then we went at each other at the given signal. For a minute there was a mess of men falling all over and when it was over the other line had won so we went through the mill. Next we had to squat and fold our arms and try to set the other guy on his tail with your shoulder. They won this too. After we did this we went over to the obstical course. I've heard a lot about them but it was really something. By the time I went through I was puped. First there was a 25 yard dash and at the end you jumped up on sand bags about four feet high and then down on the other side. Then there was a rope about 14 feet high you had to pull yourself up by. At the top you went over a bar and came down on some wooden boards. Then you went under a board up over a lattice work and down another lattice work. You then ran a ways jumping over logs until you came to a pit four feet deep and about eight feet long. You had to swing over this on a rope then you ran over some more logs and came to another pit four feet deep only it was about fifteen feet long. You had to go over this hand over hand on a rope. After doing this you came to a eight foot vertical wall. The side is perfectly smooth and you had to pull your self over. Then you ran up an incline to some sand bags and had to jump over a ditch at the base of the sand bags. After this you ran through a zig zag maze and then had to go through a bunch of boards of different heights. Then you had to scale a lattice walk about 24 feet straight up and down. Before you got to this you had to jump another ditch. After the lattice work you walked on a narrow wall that consisted of two three inch boards that were shaped like a trough V. Then another walk with the boards inverted. When you finished the cat walks you were through not only with the course but also physically. I made everything on the first try but I just barely made the hand over hand over the pit. Everything else was fairly easy. After this we came back to the barracks and rested an hour until we went to retreat where we marched some more. I got your letter today and it took three days. I think regular mail is just as fast. I think I could use a fountain pen my letters are messy with pencil. It's time for bed so good night.

Love, Rae


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