March 12th, 1942 - A Letter From Gene Lutz

March 12th, 1942

About This Letter:

From: Gene

To: Private George F. Lutz

CO. C. 6th Batt.

Camp Wheeler, GA.

Letter Transcription:

March 12th, 1942

Dear George,

I'm sure you have everything under control, and I hope you are alright. I'm sure proud of you, before you know it they will make you a uniform out of chevrons and put sleeves in it. But I'm glad to hear you are officially permanent and a draftsman.

Don't be mad at me if you don't get a lot of letters from me, I'm always ready to go to sleep when I get home, but I'll find plenty of time on Sundays to write you at least once a week, I'll make time. I got my films developed, they are all good. Last Sunday we went out to the country and I bought some more film and shot a roll and have one roll left. Would you like me to send them to you? The place is swell. A bit mushy but it will always be swell to me, and boy when I get my vacation if any, I'll use every minute of it to have fun. The tree next to the garage is starting to come to life and the pussy-willow bush is going to be in full bloom very shortly. The whole place is just waiting for us to come out and enjoy it.

I'm going to make arrangements at the office to buy defense bonds. Yesterday I got $18.06 overtime, but I don't get paid till tomorrow (FRIDAY). Today I went to the Customs House for fishing licenses, you must come back with 3 pictures, passport size, and your birth certificate, then you get your license. Dad and I will go together someday. I got the applications and then we'll be all set to hook into some nice size flounder or fluke. I hope I'll be able to tend my garden, remember I got a new peach tree and a lot of strawberry plants. I want to plant corn and flowers too. My job is going to spoil all my plans though. If I can get Saturdays off I'll be able to do all this. I don't know wether or not to ask for Saturdays off. Should I?

Yes, it looks as if my brother is going to be a Captain or something before this war is over. And after we win it, you will trade your brown uniform for a blue one, fireman. My fund is slowly adding up too.

So you keep trying to write often and I will try extra hard too. I can imagine how it must feel not getting mail, but there is not one day goes by that we don't talk about you, and at work I always think of you and try to do things the way I think you would do it.

Tonight Walter Mars and Robert Brews were supposed to come up but it is ten after ten, so I guess they can't make it. I'll phone Walter tomorrow and find out what happened.

I know this isn't much of a letter but everyday is the same, so until Sunday I'll say so long.

So Long

Love,

Gene

How about some little soldiers on the envelopes?