dc.description.transcription | 1 I WILL PROBABLY GET THIS MAILED BY MONDAY Camp Stanley Texas May 23, 1936 Dear Grandma and Grandpa, I rec'd your letter yesterday and of course I was glad to hear from you. I have been pretty busy but have plenty of time now, in fact I have too much time. And as I have lots of time I'll tell you all about the situation I'm in. Last Tuesday the Company came to Bullis and put up tents and bunks finishing by noon. Another guy and I were left to guard the property that was left. On Wednesday the Company 2 moved out and the day was spent cleaning up camp, cutting grass etc. Thursday we loaded up and went to Camp Stanley to clean up the machine gun range, dig the dirt out of the Dug-outs etc. Camp Stanley is an ammunition Dump or Depot about 6 miles northwest of Bullis. Both are on the Leon Springs Military Reservation. However its 8 or 10 miles by Road. The Machine Gun Ranges are about a mile from Camp Stanley. Thursday evening the "top kick" ask me would I like to do range guard at Stanley. He said that 3 one of the guards would have to be a Radio Operator as they were going to have Radio Communication between Camp Bullis & camp Stanley so he thought of me first. And of course I said yes because its not according to Hoyle to say no to a first Sergeants wishes. So Friday when the company went to Stanley I went too, bag, baggage and bunk. The machine guns were mounted on their bases Friday and it was "old mans" intentions to target them in SAturday morning but alas, fate intervened as I will explain a little later. 4 There are two Guards out here. We have a tent which is pretty full with our bunks, equipment, Radio transmitter and receiver and a great amount of Range equip and tools. A pickup truck is supposed to come and take us to every meal leaving another man in our place until we return. I say "supposed" because we have found to our sorrow that it does not always do so. It started raining yesterday evening and rained nearly all night, and when the truck started after us, it found a river where a dry creek bed had been. So it had to go back. 5 Of course we could carry on a code conversation over the Radio but that doesn't fill empty stomachs. They then made about 20 sandwiches, threw in dozen or two of apples and oranges and a bottle of coffee and climbed in a 1 1/2 ton truck and started over the hills. They finally made it but said we would have to make the food do us a day or two as it was nearly impossible to bring the truck over the nills again. They had to do a lot of pushing to get as far as they did. They 6 had to walk part of the way. So you see why I have lots of time to write. I don't suppose all this scribbling will interest you much but I'm passing the time away. We have 5 machine guns, a $1200 Radio set and a bunch of tools and equip. for company not to mention the Snakes, ticks and chiggers. I think I asked you before if one Robert Lee Green wasn't some kin to us. He lived in Ky. and was father to William Green of this company. He has been dead about 25 yrs. So Willie Harbour has married? I wonder who was crazy enough to marry 7 him. Another Harley and Veda. Forty-Seven is an aqfully big graduating class for Broken Bow isn't it? I would have like to have been there. So Ralph Folsom is going to join the Navy? I think I will when I get out of the Army. That is, if things doesn't change. By that, I mean if Congress doesn't raise the pay of the Army on Par with the Navy. I don't guess I would hardly know the old town any more. There 8 has been so many changes. Yes, I got the pictures O.K. I was glad to get them. I haven't had any made yet of myself. We don't go back to Ft. Sam Houston until about the 30th of June and then I hope to get a furlough. If I don't it will be September before I can come because we stay another month out here in August, training Reserve Officers. Well, I've run out of words. Take good care of yourself, Grandpa, Uncle Cad, Bruce and the Chicks. Lots of love, Answer soon Smith write to same address S.L. GREEN 2ND TANK CO. FT. SAM HOUSTON, TEXAS MR. W.M. GREEN BOX #426 BROKEN BOW, OKLAHOMA | |