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April 6th, 1968. Fort Eustis, Newport News, Virginia

Hi  Beautiful!

Boy, this has been one hell of a week.  I haven’t had two minutes to think for the last five days.  Let me tell you about it.

Monday — not too bad.  Full day of regular training.  Short road march in the afternoon.

Tuesday — full day of training.  Then in the evening we went out to the night fire range.  Shot a lot of holes in the dark until almost ten.  It was after eleven when we got back, and twelve before we hit the sack.

Wednesday — full day of training.  In the evening we went out to the Individual Tactical Training range, where we crawled around in the dark, over, under, around and through barbed wire and other obstacles, stood guard in foxholes, and generally fell all over ourselves trying to get around.  Again it was nearly midnight before we got to bed.  Had CQ duties for almost two hours too, but had to work instead of write for a change.

Thursday — early formation.  Had a field inspection in the morning.  After noon chow we headed out for biovac.  Spent most of the afternoon setting up our area after packing all our stuff for almost three miles.  That’s sixty pounds of equipment on talking about.  Hit the sack a dark, about 7:30.

Friday — up at four to break camp.  By seven thirty we moved out on a road march, and took a nice little walk of thirteen miles.  After noon chow we went through a live fire assault course.  In the evening we got C rations for supper, then put on all our equipment and went for a night march of about five miles.  Then we had to set up our tents in the dark.  Got to bed around eleven.

Saturday — got up at five, broke camp, then sat around and froze until noon.  After noon chow we went to another range where we spent the afternoon.  Finally around five we were bused back to the company area.

Fine, we’re back.  But with all the crap we had to do, I got a big half hours sleep before coming on CQ duty.  I don’t mind though if I can write you.

I got some good news too.  I get a leave for sure right after basic.  Only about 18 or 20 guys in the whole company got it and I’m one.  I could’ve kissed our drill sergeant I was so happy, because we had heard that no one would get leave right after basic.  The only thing that may happen now is that I might have to report to my next post first, then take leave from there.  That’s nothing serious though.  I was pretty worried for a while though.

I got a letter from Bob the other day, and two from you.  That was Wednesday I guess.  One from Carol too.  Bob said he really liked the Marines, but probably in the same way I like the Army — mixed feelings.  Doesn’t sound like he’s changed much, he writes just like he talks.  And, just like Bob, he just couldn’t resist sending a Marine stationary envelope to an Army base.  I’d sure like to see him again, but chances are it will be a long long time before I do.

Remember I said something over the phone about it being so dry out here (booze wise I mean)?  Well, it ain’t no more.  Tonight a few of us managed to get a couple of sixpacks into the barracks, and tomorrow are going to get a couple of cases, three to be exact, and have a little party.  We’re getting it through one of the permanent party here.  He’s running a little black market on the side.  If we get caught we’ve had it, but I don’t think we will.  One of the coolest things about this place is seeing what you can get away with, and we are getting away with murder.  And having a ball doing too.

Only thirteen days to go honey!  Since this won’t get out until Monday, by the time you read this it will be just over a week.  That hardly seems possible.  I’ll be with you again, every minute I possibly can.  I’ll be able to talk to you, kiss you, hold you, make love to you.  Honey I love you so much!  I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have someone as wonderful as you to come home to.  You’re what I consider home.  You are the most important thing in my life, R., and just how important that is you’ll never know.  I love you.  I guess that’s all I can say.

My relief is here.  Gotta go honey.

All my love forever,


I’ll just tell you what Biovac is since there’s no readily avaialbe definition I can find on the internets.  Biovac is a double watch or guard.  when an army stops but does not encamp, but lies under arms all night, it is said to be on Biovac.

Jeff and Rita on her 17th Birthday


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