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. . . AND NOW. . . IN THE VERY WORDS OF MR. BURROUGHS. . . The Wartime Letters of the  Oldest Correspondent in the WWII Pacific Theatre Edgar Rice Burroughs 1298 Kapiolani Boulevard Honolulu  T H 1942 Collated and Transcribed by Bill Hillman

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EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS, Inc.
TARZANA, CALIFORNIA

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Edgar Rice Burroughs
Honolulu T H
January 10 1942 Darling Joan:

The last letter we received from you was dated Dec. 12th; the last one from Jack, Nov. 25th; from Ralph, Dec, 22nd,  We are still here.

As far as I can gather, I, at least, shall be here for the duration, as they are making no provisions for the evacuation of able bodied men.  If Hulbert enlists here, he also may be here for the duration.

Hulbert wants to come home and enlist there.  I want to come home. The work that I am doing here is inconsequential in the extreme. There already are two other alleged humorists writing for the same page of the paper.  One of us would be one too many.  Furthermore, writing against an editor and a military censor leaves one practically nothing to say, with an excellent chance that that will be deleted.

The civilian morale here has been fine, but I look for it to crack one of these days if some of the restrictions placed upon civilian life are not lessened.  Coop people up in their homes from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. daily, day in and day out, week in and week out, with the assurance that it will probably be for the duration is going to play hell with morale.   We are not allowed on the streets and may not even buy a little hootch with which to lessen the tedium of the long, dark hours.  While I don't, myself, now drink, I hear rumblings about town concerning this restriction.

The civilians here have responded splendidly in the emergency, and they can't understand why they shouldn't now be trusted as much as Londoners are trusted over there.  They are allowed on the streets at night, and they may buy liquor.  It all seems to the civilians here a poor reward for loyalty, sacrifice, end co-operation.

Hulbert and I manage to get in from three to five sets of tennis every day.  It helps to keep us in condition.  Our partners are usually Cecil Burnside, whose husband is a submarine commander, and "Duke" Wylie, a Mainland business man stranded here like myself.

This tennis has helped to bring our weights down.  This morning, Hulbert weighed 174 and I 175.  If I get any closer to him, he'll stop eating entirely.  I have come down 25 Ibs, and no longer look as though I were enceinte.

We hope that you are all well and happy.  We are well and far from downhearted.  We find a great deal to laugh about.  Wish something would happen.  Had four earthquake shocks at 4:45 the other morning, and they helped a little.  Perhaps the Japs will come back and break the monotony.  They'll get a wonderful reception this time if they do.

Lots of love to you all from both of us.

Papa MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE 12th

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Edgar Rice Burroughs
1298  Kapiolani Boul
Honolulu
January 28 1942 Joan darling:

Do you know. we haven't had a letter from home since sometime in early December, except one from Ralph dated Jan. 6th?   I realize that censoring and the navy's handling of our mail accounts for much delay, but that doesn't lessen our anxiety to hear from you. We feel terribly isolated here, in addition to feeling like rats in a trap! Of course Hulbert can't hope to get away until after the war is over, unless he is transferred to another station - which I am praying won't be farther west.   And I doubt very much that I could get home, even if I tried to; which I am not. I don't want to leave as long as Hulbert is here.

I can't do much to win the war, either here or on the Mainland. I have quit writing my silly column and am going to work with Jack Halliday and others on a radio program for KGMB, which they hope will prove good enough for the network; so you may hear the sweet strains of my voice some day when you tune in on CBS. As this will require much of my time, I cannot conduct a column too.

That you may see how silly my column is, I am enclosing one. It has been sort of fun; but bucking a newspaper editor, a military censor, and, apparently, the WCTU and the Epworth League, and probably the PTA and the advertisers has rather cramped my well known style. Even a little "damn" was cut out of one story I told - and the damn was the whole point of the story.

I am going to ask a favor of you. On a separate sheet I am listing retail prices permitted by the military governor on certain articles of food. Will you please enter the Mainland prices of the same articles and return to me? Thanks! I noticed a front page article in the morning paper yesterday headlining that fish had been retailed the day before at a "record low price" - 35 cents per pound. My recollection is that the top price for fresh fish in LA used to be 40 cents a pound for a certain species of swordfish, the broadbill, I think, and that ordinary run-of-mine fish retailed as low as ten or fifteen cents per pound.

I hope that Jack does not enlist and is not drafted. Under present circumstances he should not serve. I know that he will be anxious to, but he should not. With Hulbert it was different: he has no wife and he isn't going to have a baby - I hope. He makes a swell looking soldier, and he'll make a swell soldier. You would be very proud of him.

We are both well and are anxious to hear from you that all of you there are, too.   You can write Hulbert air-mail for 6 cents. His address is Pvt. Hulbert Burroughs, c/o G-2, H.Q,.  H.A.F., Hickam Field, Honolulu.

Lots of love to you all, darling!

Papa

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Honolulu
February 20 1942 My darling girl:

Your letter of the 9th reached me yesterday - in ten days.  Not bad as mail goes now-a-days.  Thanks for the Mainland prices. There is not much difference between these and the tops set here by the military governor.  I was just curious to know.  Without the military governor, some of these highbinders here would rob us right and left.  In many ways martial law is an improvement on that furnished by politicians.

I was about sick when I read that you are  planning on selling your new home, which you so love and with which you must have been very happy.  I hope that Jim finds some other solution, but you are right in saying that you must do what seems best.  I have been buoyed by the hope that we should all be together again some day in southern California, but the war may bring us far greater disappointments than failure to realize this hope.   At any rate, I shall not attempt to influence you.  I long since learned How to Influence People and Get Unpopular; so try to avoid it.   But believe me, dear, I shall be 100% for you whatever you decide; and wherever you and Jim and the children go, my thoughts and my love will be with you.

Am enclosing a clipping from yesterday's Star-Bulletin, which I thought you might like to see.  Went all through Hickam Field and Wheeler Field that day and saw many interesting things.  It was a highly instructive and reassuring trip.  Tuesday I went with other newsmen on an all day tour of one of our defense sectors.  The air force and other army units are on their toes and ready to go.  The morale is high.  The highest hope of officers and men is that the Japs will come back.   I saw firing by .30 and .50 caliber machine guns, 37 millimeter guns, 75, 155, and 240 heavy artillery - hitting their targets right on the nose.

Yesterday, Headquarters phoned me that authorization for a flight in a Flying Fortress had been obtained for me.  I fly from Hickam Field, at one o'clock today.  Am looking forward to it.   Hope to see Hulbert, as I am to report to Chuck Shelton with whom Hulbert works.  I saw H the last time I was at Hickam.  He looks fine and is quite happy. A Pathe Newsreel man dropped in to see me yesterday.  He told me that he and Hulbert are working on a motion picture of army life, Hulbert having been loaned to him by the Air Force.

Hulbert is very popular with officers and men.  I get this from disinterested people.   Also, he is considered the top photographer of HAF. We may all be very proud of him.  As much as I should like to be with the rest of you, I hate to think of leaving Hulbert here alone; and hope Ralph will not insist upon my returning until all danger here is past.

Tomorrow I go to the pistol range to try to qualify with a .45 Colt for a permit to carry a gun - necessary for all members of the new BMTC.  I can take the things down and put 'em together again, but I never have been able to hit anything with mine, largely, I think, because its action is so stiff. Maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow.

But it is of today that I am thinking - hoping my Fortress spots a Jap sub. Wouldn't that be a thrill?

Wish that I could buy your place if you have to sell, but right now that is out of the question. As you know, war has cut down the corporation's income and taxes are mounting. But why don't you talk the matter over with Ralph? He might have some solution. He has solved a lot o knotty problems for all of us in the past.

Shall take your letter out to Hickam today and get it to Hulbert. We swap letters from home. They mean much to both of us.

Lots of love, dear girl!

Papa

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Honolulu
February 23 1942 Dearest Caryl Lee:
Your letter of January  reached me February 17, and of course I was glad to hear from you and to know that you are working for the Red Cross. We shall all have to work very hard until this war is won, and then keep on working until everything is running smoothly again. But we have a country and a cause that are worth working for.

Every once in a while I get a letter from you that makes me think your handwriting is improving, and then along comes another which knocks me for a loop. No one, not even a Philadelphia lawyer, could decipher the last sentence in your most recent letter. If a censor had opened it, he might well have thought that you were either writing in some unknown foreign language or passing on Fifth Column information in code. If you don't improve, they'll have you in t he hoosegow. As I think I told you before, a person's character and culture are often judged by his handwriting; so you should be very careful to develop a clear, legible hand.

Last Friday I had a flight in a Flying Fortress. There were six Fortresses in the group. Five of them flew in formation while the other one I was in flew over and under and around the others, so that an Associated Press photographer could take pictures. The air was rough, and I stood most of the time between the two open gun ports, so that I could look out; I was so afraid that I would miss something. The ocean, far below, looked like dark blue ice, flecked with snow (the whitecaps); and the destroyers we flew over resembled tiny toys. I searched for Jap subs; but, like the whales I used to look for, none showed up. The five Fortresses in formation were a beautiful and inspiring sight. I wish that you could have been with me to see them. Against the blue sky and the white clouds, they formed a picture that will always remain with me.

I hope that you are quite well and happy, and that you will write me a nice letter, full of news, that I can read.

Love, Ed

I don't use the other name; because others now read my letters, and I think it rather silly.

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu T B
March 9 1942 Dear Jim:

I was nighty glad to have your letter of the 2rd.  You are right about real friends caring only for the man himself and not for his material success.   I think Hollywood gives one a wrong slant on human nature.  There are a lot of damn swell people there, but there are also more heels to the square inch than any other place I have ever been.

Am looking forward with keen interest to the success of your venture in Nogales. With your setup you should make a thing of it.  Can you fly over Mexican territory? Now that they are our loving friends, I suppose all that has been arranged.  When I was there 45 years ago, we didn't have no friends south of the Rio Grande.  I suppose the old place has changed. As I recall it, it was then an aggregation of saloons separated by an International Boundary line.

You and Joan mustn't take too seriously the family's objections to your moving down there. If they hadn't been very fond of you, they wouldn't have given a damn where you moved. The thought of not seeing you all for a long time must have made it pretty hard for them, especially Emma. I know, that they will all be glad of your success, or welcome you back if something happens to prevent that success. I was much relieved that it was Arizona rather than Indiana - just a sleeper jump.

I had one of my rare flashes of intelligence when I started this letter. I am making an extra carbon copy to send to Joan; thus killing a couple of birds with one typewriter and acknowledging a nice letter she wrote Hulbert , which he just sent on to me.

You are not such a very long way from where I once chased Apaches and, fortunately, did not catch up with them.   It was on the Gila near Duncan.   I helped load a trainload of Mexican cattle at Nogales for Sweetzer & Burroughs of Yale, Idaho. Lew Sweetzer had gone down into Mexico and bought an entire brand. What they delivered at Nogales were about the size of jackrabbits; but by that time Lew was up in Montana, and Harry had to accept what was delivered.

Have seen Hulbert only a couple of times since he enlisted, but he writes me when he can. He is very busy. He is also very popular with both his officers and fellow enlisted men, and they are enthusiastic about the work he turns out.   In a letter that I received from him today, he tells me that he has his first stripes. He is now a Private First Class, and should be addressed Pfc Hulbert Burroughs!  He was, and is, immensely popular at the hotel. People are always inquiring about him, from Filipino waiters and room-boys up to Major General Woodruff, who took a great liking to him.

I am quite busy. As Public Relations Officer of BMTC, the guard regiment composed of some 1200 Caucasian citizens, I write publicity for the local papers. I have a BMTC sergeant photographer detailed to take pictures for me. I have also been detailed to drill all regimental recruits - a job I like. I instruct them two afternoons a week and on Sunday morning on this side of the Island, and this morning my C.C. phoned me and said that Kailua had asked that I come over there and drill them Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Kailua is on the Windward side of Oahu. However, I can't do that if I have to use my own car, on account of gasoline rationing; but the C.C. said he would try to get me a squad car - I suppose he meant a police squad car - to drive me over and back.

I like it here; and beside that, I want to be near Hulbert. There is just enough excitement to keep one keyed up. We had an electrical storm the other night, and you should have heard the stories next morning. That electrical storm was nothing less than a major naval engagement. People saw the gun flashes in all directions and heard the boom of the big guns. They all felt let down when they discovered that it was nothing but a thunder storm. Most of our excitement turns out to be a flop, but we're always ready for the next big thrill.

If you give up your home in the Valley, I don't see why Emma doesn't take it; as I understand that she finds the Bellagio place much too large and consequently an unnecessary burden.

Some day I hope to build me a shack on the tract at Tarzana. At present my plans consist of a tennis court and not much else. I try to play several sets a day here. We have a lot of fun on the tennis court at the hotel. Yesterday, a Colonel of Marines and I played a Navy wife and the Remington-Rand manager here, who is also a private in the BMTC. It may not be very hot tennis, but we get exercise and have a lot of fun. I have met many friendly people here, but many of them have been evacuated and more will be.

A story could be written around our hotel. There are defense workers, G-Men, Army and Navy officers and their wives, school teachers, business, bankers, and what-have-you. There is a red hot scandal going on right now; there is much gossip; and if the board of strategy of the United Nations would just come over and sit in on one of our after dinner sessions, it would discover just how to run the war. Grandstand quarterbacks aren't in it with us.

Well, so long and good luck!   I'm for you both 100%.
Yours,

Papa

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Honolulu
April 15 1942

Joan darling:

It has been a long time since Hulbert or I have heard from home, but I know that Clipper mail has been delayed.   It has been over a month since we heard from you or Jack and I have not had a letter from Ralph since his of March 25rd. I hope that you are all well and that we shall hear soon.

Hulbert was in the other day. He is looking and feeling fine. Like I, he would not be any other place.   The only fly in the ointment is that we cannot see you people.   But we wouldn't want you here. The object of my present affections - BMTC - is commencing to take splendid shape. I cannot write you the details, as those contain many military secrets.   But I can give you a laugh: I am now a major. I have been for more than a week, but the inmates of the Niumalu Hotel only learned of it yesterday evening, with the result that they threw an impromptu party for me. Mrs. Schrader, the wife of a Navy captain, found me out in the pavilion after dinner with about a dozen people. She came in, shouting, "I'm looking for the major!"   Then the ribbing started. She and Capt. Schrader dragged me off to Henry Mahn's apartment.  The Wylies (my good friends) were there. Also Major General Woodruff and Colonel Tom Green, executive officer to the Military Governor and, in effect, the governor of the Islands, with a couple of others.   Henry played records; one of the girls danced a Spanish dance, Mrs. S. did a hula.   It was a nice party.

Hulbert has taken pictures of me, and I of him in our uniforms. When they are developed and printed, I'll send you copies.

We have had our typhoid and small pox immunization. I think Hulbert has to have yellow fever shots, too. Anyway, it's something disgusting. Some people were laid up after their typhoid shots, but they didn't bother either Hulbert or me.   I guess the only other shots I am likely to get during my few remaining years on this interesting planet may be administered by Adolph's little yellow brothers.   I'll have some of the same for them - if I'm not too damned scared. They say that everyone is scared in a blitz - soldiers and all. I just hope I don't run and hide under a sofa.

We have many shortages here. Seemingly miles of counters in Kress's are empty. No more lighter fluid. Sears, Roebuck had no pins today. Many brands of cigarettes are exhausted.  We often go without butter for days. There is a shortage of fresh fruits and vegetables. However, we still get plenty to eat; and my weight remains at 168 despite my hopes of getting it lower. But a drop of 32 Ibs isn't bad at that. That was a doggone heavy load to carry around.

I'm sorry that I can't think of anything but myself to write about, but that's the way it is when there is censorship.   We certainly miss you all. I think that if I ever see you and Jack again, I shall start bawling - that is how badly I long to see you. Just thinking about it brings the tears to my eyes. We have practically been separated for eight years. If  I ever get back to the mainland, that won't happen again.

Lots of love to Joanne, Mike, and your sweet self; and give Jim my best when you write him. I hope that his business is flourishing.

Papa

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April 18 1942 Joan darling:

Just a line to acknowledge your Clipper letter of March 25, received April 17.  As I wrote you on the 15th, there is not much to add.

Hulbert was in again yesterday, and we had a good visit and a couple of sets of tennis.  He looks and feels fine.  Major General Woodruff, who lives at the Niumelu, wants him to apply for transfer to an officers school; but Hulbert says he would rather be an enlisted man here than an officer on the mainland.  Hulbert's weight was down to 161 1/2 yesterday.  And was he pleased!

Lots of love to you all,
(sig)Papa

Honolulu T H
May 4th 1942 Joan darling: ****************************************

May 4th 1942

I got as far as the above three days ago, and this is the first opportunity I have had to continue.  No cranberry merchant ever had anything on me.  I was about to record on May 1st that I landed here just two years before - on May 1st 1940.  I expected to be here only a few months.  A lot of water has passed over the dam or under the bridge, or whatever the saying is.  Our lives and the lives of the rest of the 150,000,000 have been completely changed.  Mine, certainly, has been radically changed; and it finds me happy and contented, in good physical condition, and still with three of the finest children any man ever had.

Hully was in a week ago today.  He is in fine shape and happy.  I wish you all might see him in his uniform.  I took a couple of pictures of him and had prints made which he is supposed to send you.  He also took a couple of me.  I'll enclose one of each for you. and when I write Jack I'll send a set to him.  You can just see my correspondents brassard (green with a red C).  It has slipped down, as usual.   Funny mans.

Last Friday, Major Steer, the regular army officer detailed assist in the training of the BMTC, took me on a reconnaissance tour of xxxxxxx ridge, where the regimental field exercise was to be staged the following Sunday.  We drove in his command car up a military road to about 1600 feet elevation and then hiked down over a steep and rough terrain of lava rock, cacti, high lantana, and slippery wet grass, much of the time. (I have xed out the name of the ridge, which doesn't mean anything to you anyway, but which I really shouldn't have mentioned.)   I fell three times and learned that my bones are no more brittle now than they were a hundred years ago, I fell once across a rock with all my weight on my lower leg. and nothing broke.  Steer fell twice and nearly made it a third time on the edge of a four foot excavation.

Then yesterday the entire regiment hiked up and down.  They didn't all get to the top.  I stopped at about 1400 feet because the spikes of my golf shoes had made about a dozen sore spots on each foot.  They weren't intended for walking on lava rock.  I was out from 9 A.M. until nearly 3 P.M. missing my lunch.   But I got in a game of tennis in the afternoon. Slept nearly eleven hours last night and feel fine today.  There's life in the old carcass yet. Maybe you might be interested in the work I am doing.  I am Plans & Training Officer for the regiment.  I have a staff of three BMTC officers - a captain, a 1st Lieut., and a 2nd Lieut.  I plan all regimental exercises and drills.  We are in charge of the target range and responsible for the instruction of all recruits.  This work takes up all of  my time. I try to get in a little tennis every day to keep me physically fit, but many days I have to miss.  I enjoy it all immensely.  I feel that I am doing something, however minor it may be, in the war effort that the nation is putting forth.

How is Jim's venture going?  I hope all his anticipations are being realized.  Was glad to know that you and the children are well all at the same time.  I fear that Mike will have a long white beard before I see any of you again.

Lots of love!

Papa

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Honolulu T H
May 7  1942

Darling Caryl Lee:

Your letter postmarked April 10 reached me yesterday. You still never answer any of the questions I ask you, nor do you tell me any news about yourself. I am sure these things are not military secrets.

I am very busy, working from 8 or 9 in the morning to 6 in the afternoon. Some days until 11 at night. All my work is for the war effort. I can't do much, but it keeps me busy just the same.

Since you sent me a picture of a very lovely little girl, I am sending you one of a funny mans. He looks a little wrinkled in the pants, but in five minutes after he puts on a freshly pressed uniform he looks like this. It is one of the mysteries of life.

There is not much to write you that I am permitted to write. Everything is quiet here. We don't even hear rumors of subs or Jap planes any more. The soldiers all wish that they would come again. They want to give them "what for." I'd like a shot at one myself. If he were very large and close enough, I might hit him.

Did you get the grass skirt I sent you a long time ago?

I shall have to make an envelope for this because the funny mans takes up too darned much room, and I don't want to bend him. He looks bent enough as it is. Anyway, I am about out of stationery. Ralph shipped me some several months ago, but it never arrived. WRite me when you feel like it. Lots of love and kisses, dear. Maybe some day I can give you some real kisses.

Aloha!
                   Ed

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
May 20 1942

Joan Darling:

Thinking that you might like to see some of my playmates, I am enclosing prints of some shots Hulbert made in January.  Have been all this time trying to get the negatives from him.  When they came, they were marked "Do not scratch, mark, or fingerprint."  Jack will appreciate this.

Cecile Burnside is the wife of a submarine commander.  She hasn't seen him since October or November.  She has had a couple of cables from him filed at "Sansorigine".  The first one had everybody in the hotel searching atlases to locate Sansorigine.  One bright guy said he knew just about where it was, but that it was not on his map.  Finally, some one realized that it was French for "without origin".  The location of his sub is, of course, a military secret.

Jean Armor's husband is a lieutenant on a cruiser.  She has been evacuated. She has a son in that military academy which is, I think, located at the old Whitley place near you.

"Duke" Willey is manager of the Remington-Rand branch here.  He is a major in the BMTC.  He has travelled the east for some concern for many years, and he and his wife are very familiar with Japan, Manila, Shanghai, Hong Kong, and Singapore.  One meets many interesting people at this "Crossroads of the Pacific".  They make me feel like a life-long shut-in. Many of the people at the hotel are as familiar with the Orient or Germany or France as you are wit Van Nuys.  Now that I might travel, I can't get off this little island; and , if I could, there is no place to go.

Hulbert is getting in a little oftener.  He is in fine condition and seems quite contented.  When he comes in, we have a little tennis after lunch; but I have to get him down town to the bus that takes him to his post about 4 o'clock.  He can never stay in overnight.

I wonder what life will be like after the war is over.  A city lighted at night will be a strange sight to me, as will the freedom of the streets after dark.  I feel that I shall always be gasolene and rubber conscious when I drive.  I shall wonder if tomorrow I shall have butter or bacon.  If I can buy nails or thumb tacks or rubber bands.  If I can go about without running into barbed wire or sentries.  If I can mention the weather or the name of a ship.  After nearly six months of this life I have become so accustomed to it that any other will seem strange and unreal.   I hope that I live to see it.

Tell me all the news when you write.  Lots of love to you all.

Papa

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu T H
June 12 1942 Joan darling:

A few outstanding thrills come to each of us during a lifetime. An hour ago I experienced one of my greatest. It was when I ran into Hulbert on the Niumalu Hotel grounds and saw that he was wearing an officer's overseas cap and the gold bars of a 2nd Lieutenant. I damn near cried.

I know that it will mean a lot to the rest of you, too; but I think that it means more to me than to anyone else in the world. More even than it means to Hulbert. He has achieved what nearly all or my life I wanted to achieve. It is just as though I had won a commission in the army. Only more so. I am prouder and happier than I ever could have been had it been I.

I immediately went down town and cabled Ralph to notify you all. I am so damned proud of Hulbert I could bust. Immediately after the blitz he tried to get back to the Mainland to enlist. Failing in that, he enlisted here... Two of his classmates with whom he received his original reserve commission were captains at the post where he served as a private. He was never envious of them. He was recommended for a commission by his commanding officer, and the recommendation was turned down. Not a complaint from Hulbert.

He did his work and he did it better than any one else could have done it. He liked his officers and he liked the men he was quartered with, and I know they all liked him. He has been a swell soldier. We can all be very proud of him. He will be a fine officer.

He came in from his post in a jeep with a corporal driving him. I have forgotten the chap's name, but he and Hulbert got their corporalcies at the same time. He is assigned to the motor pool at the post. Yesterday, he told me, he received orders to bring a truck "to move Lieutenant Burroughs". That was the first he knew about it, and he said he got a great kick out of it. He came in with Hulbert while he was visiting me. His pleasure in Hulbert's promotion is an indication of how well Hulbert is liked.

Hulbert says that every one at the post is terrifically elated over the Midway victory. Hulbert tried to get permission to go along on a bomber, but was refused. He does not know that any of his friends were lost. General Tinker is missing, we hope that some one, even the Japs, picked him up. He was a fine officer.   Hulbert took the first picture of him at the time he was promoted, and he liked them so well that he had Hulbert make several copies for him.   He told some friends of mine, where he was dining one evening, that my son had taken his picture; so he evidently remembered Hulbert - a one day private at the time.   It was Hulbert's first assignment.

Your letter of the 5th came through in six days. It had not been opened, You say you get lonesome for Jim. The navy wife I play tennis with hasn't seen her husband since last October or November, nor has she had one letter from him. Just a few cables. He commands a sub, and doubtless has been in enemy waters much of the time. There are plenty more here like her.

I am glad, that I could write some one about Hulbert just what I feel or at least a vague suggestion of what I feel. My real feelings are beyond my limited powers of expression. But I can write you as I have because I know that you and Jack and now mother will understand and share my enthusiasm.

I have always been proud of you three children, and each of you has given me plenty of reason to be proud. In this instance Hulbert had the opportunity. Either you or Jack would rise to a like opportunity; I think Hulbert got the break this time and I am glad - as I know you will be. He was getting a definite inferiority complex. You will find him a very different man when this war is over. He is very well and very happy. I reel that he has changed in many ways.

As you will recall, he used to be something of a pacifist. That was a long time ago. Now he would like to go out and shoot Japs before breakfast every morning. I rather hope that when the war is over he stays in the army. I think it would be fine for him. I doubt that he will ever be a money maker, for he dislikes business as much as I. Furthermore, he doesn't care much about money. It would be an excellent career for him in which he could enjoy and develop his civilian profession without financial worries (unless he gets married).

We had some tense days here until our boys knocked 'em for a loop at Midway. We thought they were headed for Hawaii, as they may have been. The BMTC stood guard every night. I got off easy on account of my exalted rank. Was Regimental Officer of the Day every other day - or rather night. From 3 to 6 A.M. one night; from 8 P.M.- to midnight another night. Just before I was to go on duty from midnight to 5 A.M. we were called off.  We are still ready, however, and are expecting the Japs eventually. They've got to save their face. Why anyone should be so anxious to save a face like theirs, I don't know.

Yesterday I moved to a new room. It is much nicer and cooler,   I spent about fifteen potatoes and several hours blacking it out. I hope never to move again, until I move back to California.

Lots of love to you all!

Papa

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
June 24 1942 Dear Jane & Jack:

Your message was very exciting.  Hulbert and I had been discussing the coming event, and had come to the conclusion that it should occur about the 21st or 22; so we were not wholly surprised.

I like the name, which proves that I am not an orthodox grandparent. Not even running true to form as a relative, all of whom are usually disgusted with any name selected by parents.  John Ralston Burroughs will make a swell monacker for publicity purposes.  Did you read Selznik's article in a recent Satevepost?  He attributed my success largely to my name.  On the other hand, Michael Arlen stated that no first class writer had three names.  I never have had any confidence in starving Armenians since we had one cooking for us.

We were very happy to know that all were well, including the proud father. I hope Jane didn't have a very hard time.  I know that Jack did, as fathers always do.  Did Ralph get through it all right?  As he has carried the domestic burdens of the family for years, I can imagine that he may have been called upon to do everything but have the baby.  I know that he will approve of John Ralston if he hasn't any teeth, which Ralph considers are wholly unnecessary if not actually fatal.  If he has no hair, I can approve of him 100%.

I put in a call for Hulbert as soon as I received the radiogram, but it took me all day to get him.  He is very busy galloping around the Island photographing generals and such. He seems quite happy and contented. There is not much news. I saw a new Tarzan picture advertised in this morning's paper.  I think it is called Tarzan Find a Treasure, or something. I got down to the first show at 9:30 A.M. and found a line over a block long on one side of the street and the sidewalk on the other side jammed with people waiting.  Several policemen were on duty regulating the wild-eyed crowd.  So I didn't see the picture.

Lots of love to all three of you.  Send me a picture of John Ralston as soon as he becomes photogenic.

OB

1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu T H
July 18 1942

Joan darling:

Found your letter of June 25th at the hotel when I went up for dinner last night.  A very sweet and welcome letter.

If you don't get anything but weeds, exercise, and fresh air out of your Victory Garden, you will still be ahead of the game.  Then you can go to the market and buy radishes for half what they cost you to raise them, but with nothing like the fun and excitement.  You will doubtless recall some of my futile efforts to make Tarzana Ranch self-supporting. For instance, the potatoes I planted twenty years ago that haven't come up yet.  Then there were the Angora goats we inherited from General Otis, that required two full-time guardians with Winchesters and dogs to protect them from mountain lions. And after all that and more, they left all their expensive Angora fleece on the sage brush and chaparral in the hills.  And the pure bred Guernsey cows which gave birth to nothing but bull calves - worth about $2.   But we got exercise, fresh air, fun, and excitement.  I think it was worth it.  People spend lots more in night spots, and get nothing but headaches and hob-nailed livers.

Don't think for a moment that you children ever "lost" me.  You were in my thoughts and my heart constantly.  It was not my fault that we didn't see more of each other. Those years are past, and I like to forget them.

Hulbert hasn't been in since the 3rd. When he comes, they put a cot in my room for him and charge $5 a day.   Hully says he can't afford that often out of his 2nd Lieutenant's pay, and he won't' let me pay it. It is a subject that we nearly come to blows over. I really think that it is rather dull for him, anyway; but he says he enjoys it.

I hope that if you wish to give up your house, you are able to rent it rather than sell it - unless you can get an exceptionally good profit on it. There are so many things to take into consideration and it is so impossible to foresee what conditions will be after the war, that whatever you do will be a gamble. If you sell at a profit, most of your profit will be eaten up by your increased income tax. Also, if you sell, you may find yourself without a home or money to buy one after the war is over. If you rent, you will have a regular income from your investment; and after the war you will have a home. If you take out War Risk Insurance, as you should, you don't stand to lose if your house is bombed. And I should not be at all surprised if the West Coast got it before the war is over. The Japs have taken about everything they've gone after except Midway, and Yamamoto has boasted that he will invade America and make peace in the White House.

You will enjoy the dude ranch. Especially the riding. That will be fun. When I was down in that part of the country forty-five years ago there was a lot of country to ride in, and I presume there still is.  I don't know what else it could be good for.

Hope Mr. Pierce is elected Mayor of Shelbyville. Will you go on for the inaugural ball?

Haven't heard from Jack since John Ralston's arrival. An glad to learn that he bids fair to be as handsome as Mike, who was much like Johnnie's father. Yes, Jack has been a splendid brother, son, and husband. He is a fine man. You should hear Hully rave about him. I know that he will be a good father. In the process, he will probably lose the rest of his hair.

I still give all my time to BMTC. The five battalions and the recruits drill three times a week at different locations comprising an area of some fifteen square miles, not to mention rifle ranges ten miles apart. I am supposed to cover all of this. In between times I have enough paper work to keep me fairly busy. I also have to study manuals to brush up on a lot of stuff I hadn't given a thought for twenty-four years, as well as to learn the modern training methods. I am still many jumps behind. There is also much pilikia, caused by jealousy, petty politics, and inefficiency.  But the corps is fundamentally right, with many fine men; and we have developed a real military unit upon which the military governor has more than once told us that he will depend in an emergency.

Last night one of the inmates at the Niumalu asked to hold a poker session in my room   I don't enjoy these games, as a couple of the fellows are better fitted to play slap-jack than poker. Their idea of poker is sixes, tens, and one eyed jacks wild; spit in the ocean, and baseball. Furthermore, you can't play poker with guys who meet every raise even though they may hold nothing higher than a bob-tailed flush. I held four of a kind against one of them last night, and after exhausting all the chips I had in front of me, I called his last raise; because I felt sorry for him. He held a royal flush! You just can't figure 'em.

Outside of dat, der ain't no news.
Love to all!

Papa

Just as I finished this, I got a swell letter from Jack telling me all about John Ralston's advent. I certainly appreciated it. Oh, yes! I forgot that you might not know: "pilikia" means trouble.

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
August 5, 1942

Joan darling:

As I wrote Jack last, I'll inflict this one on you.  Am enclosing a couple of snap-shots I thought might interest you and Jack, though why in hell they should, I don't know.

I had lunch and spent all afternoon yesterday with officers of an Anti Aircraft artillery regiment.  Gave a talk to twenty-five or thirty officers at an officers' school after lunch relative to possible co-ordination of BMTC and AA units in event of an emergency.  The idea was theirs, not mine.  I felt that the BMTC had been highly honored. I met the commanding AA general and innumerable other officers, and was taken to some very interesting and one very secret place.  Met two negro AA majors.  I saw no distinction shown between white and black.  White officers told me that these men were tops.  Two of the interesting places I was taken were officers quarters where highballs were served. Very interesting!

Sunday, I was guest speaker at a dinner given by the Schofield Barracks Quarterbacks Club at the Chun Hoon residence.  General Green and I drove over together in his car.  The club is composed of officers and enlisted men interested in athletics.  It is run much along the lines of civilian service clubs, with a lot of hooey and joshing.  Although there were generals, colonels, and what not present, there was no deference to rank.  A sergeant was mc, and he kidded brass hats and non-coms quite impartially.  Fortified by numerous highballs, I got through my speech without being thrown out on my ear.

Oscar Oldknow sent me a clipping of a Winchell column and it was in the Honolulu Advertiser this morning, also. Do you know who the lucky man is?  I hope it is true.

Saturday, I am to spend the day with a Lieutenant Colonel and his Tank Group.  I shall probably be a hospital case before night.  From what I hear, the sensations are much like those experienced by a die in a dice box.  However, I am looking forward to the experience.

Also, the colonel of an AA artillery regiment has invited me to come out to AA target practice.  They fire at a target towed by a plane. I am looking forward to that, too.  Can you blame me for rather enjoying it here?

Hulbert was in the other day.  He wouldn't stay all night, but before he left he took $6 away from me at poker.  We also played a little tennis and went to see The Man Who Came to Dinner.  Hulbert is looking and feeling fine.  He has been recommended for a first lieutenancy, but that doesn't mean that he will get it.

Am enclosing a check, with which please buy Mike a birthday present. I can't think of anything to get him here, and you know better what he would like to have.

Lots of love to you all,
Papa

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
September 1  1942 Darling Caryl Lee:

Your letter of August 10 reached me on my birthday, which made my birthday all the nicer. A nice birthday party was given me last evening. It was a surprise party. Most of my best friends at the Niumalu were there, including two generals. I don't know whether you remember "Brownie." She is a very pretty girl with a marvelous sun tan. She looked up my birthday in Who's Who, and then arranged the party. "Duke" Willey wrote a poem and read it. He also gave me a toy anti-aircraft gun, with which we shot cigarettes at one another. Everyone had a good time, and then I had dinner with Brownie and several others.

When your picture comes, that will be another birthday present. I am very anxious to see it. I am sure you must be very pretty. You always have been. If you have grown prettier, I shall probably be knocked for a loop.

The BMTC took part in army maneuvers Sunday. I was sent to the 25th Division Headquarters as liaison officer. A lieutenant called for me in a jeep at 11:00 P.M. Saturday, and I didn't get home until 4:30 Sunday afternoon, nor to bed again until 8:30. That was a long time for me to stay awake. The "enemy" dynamited and bombed us out of three command posts, which kept us on the move most of the time. We ended up in a place called Dead Horse Gulch, which isn't its real name, but a name the soldiers have given it. It sounds like the woolly west.

A couple of weeks ago I was entertained by the commanding officer of a tank group and some of his staff. They gave me an hour's ride in a tank, and then took me to lunch. I had a swell time. In a few days I am going to drive a tank. If it works like Granpa Kazink's Ford, I can run it back to Los Angeles. Then we'll have fun.

Next Sunday eight of us BMTC officers are invited to visit the Naval Air BAse at Kaneohe as guests of Capt. Dillon, USN, commanding officer of the base. I am looking forward to it with a great deal of pleasure. The army has been wonderful to us, because we come in such close contact with it; so it pleased us very much to have the Navy take an interest in us, too.

I attended a critique on the maneuvers at Fort Shafter today. Many complimentary things were said concerning the excellent showing made by BMTC. We "captured" or "killed" many enemy troops and sent in a great deal of valuable information on enemy movements to headquarters. It made us all feel pretty good.

I suppose none of this is very interesting to you, but I must fill the page. I could fill it with love and kisses, but that would be even more tiresome. (I got it filled.) Lots of love.

Ed

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
September 11 1942

Joan darling:

Your very welcome letter of September 4 came through in six days. I think this is the best time since the blitz.  It was very welcome, as the last letters I received from Jack and Ralph were dated August 1.  I know that you are all busy and haven' t much time to write, but that in no way lessens our desire to hear from you.

It would be nice if each of you would write Hulbert, so that he would find several letters awaiting him when he returns, I imagine that will be some time in October, although I am only guessing.  He is a lucky boy to get this wonderful assignment.  I wish that I night tell you something about it.  Chuck said that it is so important that they had to send their best man.  He said a lot of nice things about Hully - about his conscientiousness, ability, and intelligence.  It was nice to hear this, coming from Chuck who knows more about Hully and his work than anyone else.  But it didn't surprise me.  Not only Chuck appreciates these things in Hully, but he tells me that both their immediate commanding officer and the commanding general do, also. Fortunately for Hulbert, his assignments often throw him into immediate contact with the brass hats.  And that helps.

It was cute of Mike to buy Victory Stamps.  I don't know where he gets that trait.  Certainly not from the Burroughs side.   I show his pictures, as well as Joanne's and yours, with great pride.  Also Hulbert's, Jack's, and Jane's having recently acquired a large album in which all the snap shots I have are mounted.   Of course I never inflict it on my visitors.  I just haul it out to show them a picture of themselves or some friend of theirs.  It is not my fault if I have to explain, that "This is my daughter and these are my grandchildren; and here is my other son and my daughter-in-law.  My daughter used to be leading woman in a stock company and my son is an artist - he illustrates all my books, etc., etc,"  Of course I have to tell them what a lovely trained voice you have.  Chuck asked to see them.

I had a sweet letter from Joanne.  She has probably received my reply by this time.  I am delighted that she liked the little lei.  I thought it was cute.

You ask how I am.  About once a month I go to my doctor for a sort of check up.  I went this morning.  I have been suffering from insomnia. Can't seem to sleep more than eight to ten hours a night.  Last night I slept only eleven hours, with the result that the dining room was closed when I awoke.  Had to go down town for breakfast.  The doctor says he is afraid that I shall live, not being able to find anything wrong with me. I told him that I was worried because I felt so well. I have no business to feel so well at my age.  I think he agreed with me.

Yesterday, I resigned from the BMTC.  I have been contemplating it for months.  I found it increasingly impossible to work efficiently under my immediate superior.  The regimental commander said that he didn't blame me for feeling the way I do, but that he wouldn't accept my resignation.  It looks like an impasse.  I have turned in my equipment and surrendered my pass.  I can't serve without them and he can't make me take them back.   We seem to have an irresistible force meeting an immovable body. Since February I have worked continuously and conscientiously for BMTC. I have given it a lot of thought and study and worked long hours.  Now, I feel like a schoolboy at the beginning of long vacation.  I think I shall try writing a story. Perhaps you would like to meet a new friend of mine. "Joan, this is Lieutenant Bird.  Phil, I want you to know my daughter, Mrs. Pierce." 1st Lt. Phil Bird of Oklahoma is a twenty-five year old artillery officer with the overwhelming personality of a 240 mm gun.  For some reason he has attached himself to me as a sort of Seeing Eye.  He takes me all sorts of places to see all sorts of things.  With him, I have inspected many anti-aircraft batteries, had the intricate details of their aiming and firing explained to me, have fired one, have lunched with colonels, majors, and captains.  I have been shown all over the great Naval Air Base at Keneohe, inspected a PBY, spent a forenoon on Ford Island (in Pearl Harbor), been entertained by the officers of a tank company and invited to drive one whenever I wished.  I have been out by day and at night to watch anti-aircraft firing at a target towed by a plane.  I have had a series of most interesting experiences. Today he phoned me that he would call for me at 2:00 P.M. tomorrow, but he wouldn't tell me where we were going.  Said it was a secret.  A military secret, I suppose.   Phil is one of the most likable fellows I have ever met.  Why he wants to drag an antiquity around with him, I wouldn't know.  Perhaps because we both like to laugh.  In that respect he is much like Hulbert and Jack, and you, too.   For me, it is like being with one of my own children.  Perhaps I remind him of his grandfather.  Anyway, we have swell times together.   He has a cute wife here.  They have been married about a year.  She has a government job at the post where he is stationed.  She lives in quarters assigned to the women, and he lives in bachelor quarters in another part of the post.  We had dinner together at the officers' club the other evening and then went to her quarters and played bridge after succeeding in roping in a Navy lieutenant as the 4th.  I never did find out what he was doing in the women's dormitory on an army post.  Probably had a sister or a wife there.

Gosh!  How much we'll all have to talk about when we get together again.   The trouble is, I spill everything I know in my letters home. I won't have anything new to say.  But as you folks never tell me anything, I can settle down and listen.   Hope I haven't bored you too much.

Lots of love to you all, and if you take any new snaps, send me prints.

Papa Tell Ralph to write me.

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
October 7  1942 Caryl Lee dear:

Am very glad that you like your school work and your teacher. I never liked mine. I think that in my day they looked over all the sour pusses and then picked out the sourest for teachers. These immediately tried to make schooling as obnoxious as possible. They succeeded in this if in nothing more. Possibly we were not very sweet little angels ourselves.

Your picture is framed and standing on a chest of drawers where I can see it easily. Everyone who comes in my room asks whose picture it is and remarks on how lovely you are.

I cannot send you any more currency because we have our own special Hawaiian money here, and no one is permitted to send any of it out of the Territory. The money was issued us so that if the Japs take the Islands, the money will be useless to them anywhere else. It is good only here.

Hulbert is away again, way down in the Southwest Pacific somewhere. This is his second trip there inside of a month. He expects to be gone about a month. He flew down in a very big bomber. He has been lucky to get these interesting assignments. He got as far as Australia the first time, and he hopes to get there again this time. He liked Australia.

There is not much excitement here now, although we are always preparing for and expecting another Jap raid. You would scarcely know the Island now. Everything has changed -- even the color of many of the buildings.

And there is barbed wire everywhere, often in the most unexpected places. The Army is ready, and it never ceases getting readier. The Japs will get a warm welcome when they return. They won't know the old town either.

A part of my work now is rather interesting. The commanding officer of an anti-aircraft regiment has asked me to visit each of his batteries and give the men a fifteen or twenty minute talk. I am taken by an officer in a jeep or command car about noon, have luncheon with the officers of the battery, and then talk to the men. As I have an idea that they are bored stiff, I make it as short as possible. I am becoming very familiar with anti-aircraft guns. I have even fired one. I hit the sky right in the center. First there is the roar of the gun; then, a few seconds later, one sees the burst of the shell far up in the sky. After what seems a long time, the sound of the burst is heard. It takes much longer for the sound to travel back than it did for the shell to travel up.

I hope you will write soon. I love to get your letters.

Aloha Nui Nui!   Ed

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
October 31 1942

Caryl Lee dear:

Am sending you this enclosed check for your birthday present a little early, as I may be sent away almost any day now, and not get back in time to get it to you before November 29. I hope that you have a very happy birthday -- many, many of them.

I don not know where they are going to send me, but it will be a long way off.

Did you read about Hulbert in the paper? He was in a bomber that bombed the airfield at Buke and Jap shipping in Shortland Harbor. They flew through anti-aircraft fire over Buke, and thirty-eight warships fired anti-aircraft at them over Shortland. They were attacked twice by Zeros, twenty-five in all and the plane was hit many times by machine gun fire and once by a shell that failed to explode and remained in the ship. After they got back to Guadalcanal, they were bombed from the air, and shelled by a Jap land battery and Jap warships all the rest of the day and night. Hulbert says that the shelling was terrifying. They spent most of the time in slit trenches, or any other place they could find a little cover. He and another man dove into an old shell hole that our bombers had made when we were attacking the airfield. It was very dark, but they soon discovered that the Marines had been using the hole as a garbage dump. Nevertheless, they dug their faces into the garbage and tin cans when they heard the whine of an approaching shell. The next morning they took off while the Japs were shelling the airfield.

I hope that when I come back I shall find a letter or two from you. Now I must go back to the Niumalu for one of their delectable luncheons. Anyway, I like them. They help me to keep my girlish figure.

Are you going to change your name again, or keep mine? I should like very much to have you keep it, if you care to.

Lots of love, my dear!
Ed

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
October 31 1942

Joan darling:

Just learned your address the other day through Hulbert.  I knew you had gone to Nogales, and that was all.  I was there 46 years ago. Imagine the old town has changed.  Don't remember much about it.  There wasn't much to remember.

You have probably heard all about Hulbert's exciting experiences at Guadalcanal.  Sent copies of a Honolulu paper, recounting part of them, to Jack.   The plane he was in was under anti-aircraft fire from land batteries over Buka and from thirty-eight Jap warships over Shortland harbor.  It had running fights with Zeros, two of them, with a total of about twenty-five Zeros participating.   The plane was hit with machine guns and one shell which failed to explode, but remained in the plane.   After they got back to Guadalcanal, they were bombed from the air, shelled by shore batteries, and by Jap warships all the rest of the day and all night.  The latter dropped 14" shells, among others.  They took off the next morning while the shore battery was shelling the field.  Some experience!

I am impatiently awaiting to be sent down there "somewhere".  My correspondent's credentials finally came through from the War Department. and I am now fully accredited as a United Press correspondent.  The UP bureau chief here has received cabled instructions from New York to send me out.  He is only waiting for a spot to send me and a place on a plane.  If my lifetime experience runs true to form, the war will be over when I arrive.  I always get to a fire after it is out.

Have been outfitting for the past week or so.  There were many things to get.  Fortunately, the correspondent's uniform is the same as an army officers.  Same as I wore as a BMTCer.  So I have plenty.   Phil Bird, who was recently promoted to captain, has been very helpful.  I am sure that he would give me his shirt if I asked for it.

Things are dull here.  I shall be glad to get away.  Playing bridge or poker in a hot, stuffy, blacked out room filled with cigarette smoke no longer charms me.  Had it not been for Cadmus or the Phoenicians, I should be bored stiff.

Just talked with the UP bureau chief on the phone.  He wants me to go out with him Monday to see Chuck Shelton and Hully, to decide the best place to send me.  It looks as though I might shove off at last.  Perhaps I can bring you back a Jap as a memento. All my life I have wanted to be a war correspondent - to really see things first hand and write about them.  After all, I am a professional writer; Not a professional soldier.

If you have the time, write me.  It will be nice to have a few letters awaiting me when I come back.   Am enclosing a small check, with which Please get yourself and the children some little Christmas remembrance from me.  I send it now, as it might be too late after I return.  I simply can't find anything here.

Lots of love,

Papa

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1298 Kapiolani Boulevard
Honolulu  T H
November 11, 1942 Caryl Lee dear:

Your letter of October 27th reached me today. I was very glad to hear from you. I see that you have changed your name. Nevertheless, you will always be Caryl Lee Burroughs to me.

Am still waiting for transportation. The war may be over before I get it. Did I tell you that I am a United Press Correspondent? My credentials came through from the War Department several weeks ago. This is how it comes that I am going to be sent away -- or hope to be.

Thanks for your insignia. I'll enclose my BMTC insignia in return. How do you like being a WAFC? I suppose you work pretty hard at it. When we have an army of 7,000,000 men, it is going to keep you quite busy.

Monday night I went out on a practice maneuver with an anti-aircraft battery. There were eighteen vehicles in the convoy. Enormous trucks, called prime movers, hauled the guns and the range section. We drove over a narrow, winding road into an old cane field. They set up the big guns, the range section, and the machine guns in the dark. We bivouacked there for the night. Captain Bird and I slept in a prime mover, where an orderly had made our beds. We got to bed about midnight, but a billion dive-bombing mosquitoes kept me awake nearly all night. I got up and dressed a little after six, and at 7 chow was served. I had been issued a regulation mess kit. It took me back many years to my days in the 7th Cavalry. Everything was just the same with the exception of the tin cup. That has been improved upon. We had coffee, pineapple, creamed beef, potatoes, and the best toast I ever ate. That GI bread is wonderful. After breakfast I washed my mess kit, but the orderly made my bed roll. Do you know what GI means? Government Issue. This bread was baked in an Army bake shop at Schofield Barracks. After breakfast, we broke camp and returned to Honolulu.

Lots of love, my dear!

E

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