Grasping Reality on TypePad, by Brad DeLong

Dear Mother and Dad,

Yesterday was my birthday and it certainly seems like I got my present. I was assigned to the I04 Quarter Master Corp attached to the 104 division. My present job is that of a typist clerk in the Special Effects Department of the division. It is a newly created department and I was fortunate enough to be passing through a replacement depot when they requisitioned for five typist. Its one of those breaks that happen once in a live (sp) time. All the other boys who were with me went on to infantry regements (sp) where they are used as replacements. I'm still in Germany, but now instead of living in a pup tent I'm living in a German building. To be exact in a German kitchen. It feels great to get back on a typewriter again.

It's been snowing and raining intermittingly for the last few days. Its a wet snow and doesn't stick to the ground readily. Walking around here is very difficult because of the mud. In places its as deep as one foot.

Mom, I ope you forward the address of Russell Baruch to me. I'd like to write to him.

I the future I'll be able to write more letters home. I'll write soon because one of my buddys (sp) wants to use the typewriter.

Love, Hal