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David R. Elder correspondence, February-March 1945

1945-02-25 Pfc. Robert J. Nichols to Dave Elder Page 1

Sunday Morning
Feb. 25, 1945
On a ship at sea
Dear Dave:
It has been quite awhile since I've written I know so I will try to bring you up to date in my travels and experiences.  Never, though, contribute my lack of writing to any lack of interest in Scuttlebut; for I really look eagerly forward to receiving it each week or whenever it arrives.  It always contains things that I find out from no one else, or from any other source.
After leaving Camp San Luis Obispo in California we were sent across the country to a camp in the Eastern part of the United States.  Shortly afterwards we boarded this ship and that is where I am now.  On a ship sailing across the salty brine.  Sounds pretty exciting doesn't it?  It really is, for me anyway.  Have some not too pleasant thoughts of what may lay ahead after we land though.
Life aboard a ship is just like life in the barracks it seems.  The sea is generally smooth enough so that if you don't look out at it you wouldn't know you were on it.  We are pretty crowded but that's just one of the conditions of Army life only it gets accentuated when we have anything to do with the Navy.  We sleep close to our buddies though and so try to be considerate of one another even if to a casual on-looker we seem always to be quarreling.

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Sunday Morning Feb. 25, 1945 On a ship at sea Dear Dave: It has been quite awhile since I've written I know so I will try to bring you up to date in my travels and experiences. Never, though, contribute my lack of writing to any lack of interest in Scuttlebut; for I really look eagerly forward to receiving it each week or whenever it arrives. It always contains things that I find out from no one else, or from any other source. After leaving Camp San Luis Obispo in California we were sent across the country to a camp in the Eastern part of the United States. Shortly afterwards we boarded this ship and that is where I am now. On a ship sailing across the salty brine. Sounds pretty exciting doesn't it? It really is, for me anyway. Have some not too pleasant thoughts of what may lay ahead after we land though. Life aboard a ship is just like life in the barracks it seems. The sea is generally smooth enough so that if you don't look out at it you wouldn't know you were on it. We are pretty crowded but that's just one of the conditions of Army life only it gets accentuated when we have anything to do with the Navy. We sleep close to our buddies though and so try to be considerate of one another even if to a casual on-looker we seem always to be quarreling.