Dear Mommy & Dad,
Well, are you enjoying a holiday to-day? It is just another day of work here and I suppose you, Mommy are working, too.
Just got the snaps back last night and so thought I would have to send them right away.
#1—I am standing at the back stairs which leads to “upper-3” barracks. It is about 5:30 in the afternoon. I had just received my OD's and didn't bother to put my insignia on—however a later picture will correct that. Where I am standing the sand is like white beach sand; in back is the Officers' Quarters. My Hair is getting a bit too long to be strictly GI but I keep it pinned up for work.
#2—Well I clowned this one a bit. I am standing to my left more—so now you can see the entrance to the Officers' quarters. And instead of the clothes line you see chairs and table, but it is the same little patch of lawn (that we have to keep trimmed). You can tell by the length of shadows that it is quite late in the afternoon. This pose, incidently [sic], is not GI but I showed it to the Col. this morning and he laughed and said it was “as cute as it could be.” Directly to the rear, that other building is our mess hall. There is a macadam road way between the barracks area and the mess hall area.
#3—All who have seen the snaps like this one the best. Now you can see the L that swings out from the Officers' quarters. This L is our PX and Dayroom that I speak about. Please note, too, the pile of wood one girl ran her “gigs” up to 5 in no time—so, she got a little “extra detail”. The end of the story is—there ain't no wood pile any more. Please note that I do take good care of my shoes—that shine will almost knock your eye out. You can notice the sand even better here. The grass is not green, but reddish brown and a little dry looking; however, underneath new green is coming.
#4—This is no good but am sending it along away. It shows the back entrance to our orderly room and not much else. Of course, I could say—this portrays a serious WAC who has released a man for duty. Weighed in yesterday at 131 so while the Army hasn't made me fat, I have kept my own, very well.
Well, you folks can have a good laugh over them anyway. But, as I said above, I'll get one taken with all the brass etc., to make it real military.—Incidently [sic] did you notice that our blouses (coats) are "Tailored— and how! When you get one of them on you automatically stand at attention. You can't bend. But you know they look swell. I have one slightly fuller than this that I wear to the office.—this is for “Dress”.
The shoes arrived and they are swell. Also the emagrin came in handy—and nipped a cold in the bud. Maybe the kerchief helped to [sic] because I sleep about three feet from an opened window and when I put my hair up at night and then crawl into bed that close to a window—something is bound to happen.
I am having some more pictures developed so tell Gert and Dorris and Toots and Dolly to let me know which pose they want and I will send them one.
The area that I wrote about where we had a fire place in the making, is directly facing me. If I get a chance to have more snaps taken I will try to get them taken that way—that mean I will have to get up in the morning to have the sun in the right direction.
We had pork chops, 2 potatoes, gravy, corn, bread & butter, pudding and hot tea for dinner—here it is 3:30 and I am already looking forward to mess at 5:00.
We WACS have the use of a grand Service Club for Wed. night when we are giving a dance. We each have three tickets—and all the boys I know have left—so guess I'll have to go out to-night. That's all you have to do—go to the Service Club for coffee and then you can have your pick. It sounds awfully indecent—but we are very lady-like about it.
For instance, Betty and I went to the show the other night. Really, it is funny, we walk down the aisle looking for seats and every boy in the place starts to push over. As it happened I sat side of a Sgt, (again). He was in the Engineers and was leaving next day. He appeared to be very nice and so asked us if we would like to go for a coke.—See how easy is is! Well mannered, and quiet,—very nice. However, when Betty & I walked back to the barracks, she told me this. The fellow she was with told her about Lucky—His wife is dying back home and, because he was alerted, was unable to obtain an emergency furlough. He has been in the Army 18 months; don't know how long since he has seen her. You see, these boys aren't saying good bye to a WAC they found attractive for a few days—they are saying good bye to those gals back home in the only way they can.—thru us. It really makes us pretty responsible people—we have to have those boys leave with morale building thoughts of the American girl,—anyway, that's the way I see it.
Well, I hope you like the pictures and I'll save one for Brother to send as soon as I get his address.
Lots of love,
—they are all me
Don't you think I'm a pretty good hairdresser?