Dec 3, 1953
Dear Mom, Dad, and Snapper
I got a letter and a package from you tonight. The cookies wee really good. I was glad to get Lewellen's address. I wrote to him a while back but haven't heard from him. He said he was in the 65th Rgt. They are just down the road about 3 miles.
Today was a fairly good day. We just had classes. Yesterday was a real day.
About 4 PM a major came to our class and asked for 12 people to go on a raid on a camp just outside of the school area. He said it may be a communist group or guerrilla outfit. I think about everyone raised their had to go. I was one of the guys who got selected. We got 4 clips of ammo and left. I knew that they had some money and clothes stolen in our camp area and other GI stuff. Also women had been found going in and coming out of GI tents in the night making money off the boys.
We slipped up to where the camp was ans spread out in a line. We attacked the camp and moved in. Another guy and I were the first ones there and we ran up on some one laying on the ground covered up with blankets. We held our rifles on them and hen took hold the blanket with our other hand and pulled it off. There were two moosie (note: Korean women) sleeping there. We liked to scared them to death. After they calmed down they thought we had come up to see them but the Major showed up. We searched the mossie or GI money, they had all kinds in the blanket. We also caught a Japanese boy running away. The other squad caught 3 mossie one Korean civilian boy and another one got away. We took the 5 mossies and the other two back to camp. The major said the boy could be a red agent and he would let us know if they could find anything out. It was an interesting experience and I will probably always remember it. (note: he might have always remembered it but he never mentioned it later in life, at least not to me.)
Well last night I went to the show and saw a fairly good pictured with Guthmiller. Tonight I got a haircut and my laundry and took some more shirts to be tailored. I got guard tomorrow night - I will be on the gate.
Well I guess that's about all I know for now. I'll try to write again later. I got a letter from Jim Prather tonight also. That lets me know where everyone is except Reynold and Thiderman.
Love, Ted
PS: The cookies were really good, thanks.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
A Slite Departure
Spy Dad
Dad left me two items when he died. One was a box of letters he had mailed home from the time he went into the army until he was discharged. The other was an envelop with letters from a woman who I shall call Marcia Smith. The letters dad sent home are interesting and when I read them it is sort of like visiting with him when he was 25 years old. Those letters will comprise a section of my blog at a later date.
The letters from Marcia however were the letters I had waited several years to review. There were about 12 letters. They were mailed the first of each month to Dad while he was in Korea. The letters are a little newsy, nothing romantic, just friendly little tid bits of information from back home. Marcia however lived in Eldon, Missouri and Dad of course was from Independence. Marcia was doing something very common back then, sort of a patriotic thing - writing the boys who were fighting the bad guys to keep them remembering what they were fighting for.
My name was mentioned a couple of times in the letters but mostly just in response to letters Dad had apparently sent her. For the most part the letters were humdrum, poorly written many times, awkward sentence structures, but I guess for a soldier far away any news about the home front is welcome. So why might you ask yourself had I been looking forward to reading these letters for several years.
When I retired from the military Dad told me that he had a box of letters with my name on it and when he died he wanted me to open it and read the contents. He then went on to tell me that there was a series of letters in the box from a Marcia Smith of Elden, Missouri and I was to pay special attention to those letters. Marcia he said was his "handler." He went on to tell me a story.
After receiving some special training by Naval Intelligence, Dad and some other men were sent to different parts of Korea. Their job if they happen to be captured was to supply information through letters handled by the Red Cross as to what was really happening in the POW camps. The information the army had been receiving about those camps were incomplete and confusing and together with the fact that there had been fewer escapes from prison camps than in any other war, they wanted to know why.
They gave him an address of Marcia Smith, 221 Elm Street, Eldon, Missouri. After he arrived in Korea he was supposed to write her, send information in code to keep from losing the skill he had committed to memory, and she in turn would write back in code answering questions he might have asked and asking new ones. They continued their correspondance for a year.
Dad said that the last letter he sent to Marcia said he was returning home the following month and would really like to meet her. She responded that she did not think that would be a very good idea because the boy friend she had now was the jealous type and it would just cause problems. Dad said he wrote back and told her he understood and it had been nice visiting with her and would send her a Christmas card or some such thing. She wrote one more letter back and said that that would not be a good idea either but she would make it a point to keep track of him and if she ever needed anything she would contact him. Dad dropped the issue, will almost.
When he got back to Independence one of the first things he did was to borrow a car and drive to Eldon. He found that 221 Elm Street did not exist.
Twenty years went by Dad was a chief flight instructor for Wilson Flying Service. One of his students was a local secret service agent who wanted to learn to fly so it would be easier to transfer to the border patrol. He said the service was sort of boring anymore. The agent said he just stood around and watched people and made pointless contacts for other agenicies. After one of the lesson the agent said he had a friend that wanted to meet Dad. Sure Dad said, where and when. The agent told dad that the parking lot at Wilson's would be fine and how about midnight that night.
Dad was a little taken aback, but went along with the plan. Dad did not recall or choose to tell me the conversation that took place that night but the up shot was that the guy he met asked Dad if he would be interested in running an airport for the firm he represented. Dad said he might be but where was it exactly he was talking about. The guy told Dad he could not tell him right then, but it was some place in southeast Asia. The guy told him they did not need an answer right then but did in a day or two. He would be in touch. "Oh, by the way," the guy said in parting, "Marcia says hi."
Dad turned down the job and never mentioned anything about it to anyone except my grandfather and me.
At Dad's funeral there were two retired FBI agents as honorary pallbearers and some flowers from some one that only signed the card, "Thanks, MS"
The letters from Marcia however were the letters I had waited several years to review. There were about 12 letters. They were mailed the first of each month to Dad while he was in Korea. The letters are a little newsy, nothing romantic, just friendly little tid bits of information from back home. Marcia however lived in Eldon, Missouri and Dad of course was from Independence. Marcia was doing something very common back then, sort of a patriotic thing - writing the boys who were fighting the bad guys to keep them remembering what they were fighting for.
My name was mentioned a couple of times in the letters but mostly just in response to letters Dad had apparently sent her. For the most part the letters were humdrum, poorly written many times, awkward sentence structures, but I guess for a soldier far away any news about the home front is welcome. So why might you ask yourself had I been looking forward to reading these letters for several years.
When I retired from the military Dad told me that he had a box of letters with my name on it and when he died he wanted me to open it and read the contents. He then went on to tell me that there was a series of letters in the box from a Marcia Smith of Elden, Missouri and I was to pay special attention to those letters. Marcia he said was his "handler." He went on to tell me a story.
After receiving some special training by Naval Intelligence, Dad and some other men were sent to different parts of Korea. Their job if they happen to be captured was to supply information through letters handled by the Red Cross as to what was really happening in the POW camps. The information the army had been receiving about those camps were incomplete and confusing and together with the fact that there had been fewer escapes from prison camps than in any other war, they wanted to know why.
They gave him an address of Marcia Smith, 221 Elm Street, Eldon, Missouri. After he arrived in Korea he was supposed to write her, send information in code to keep from losing the skill he had committed to memory, and she in turn would write back in code answering questions he might have asked and asking new ones. They continued their correspondance for a year.
Dad said that the last letter he sent to Marcia said he was returning home the following month and would really like to meet her. She responded that she did not think that would be a very good idea because the boy friend she had now was the jealous type and it would just cause problems. Dad said he wrote back and told her he understood and it had been nice visiting with her and would send her a Christmas card or some such thing. She wrote one more letter back and said that that would not be a good idea either but she would make it a point to keep track of him and if she ever needed anything she would contact him. Dad dropped the issue, will almost.
When he got back to Independence one of the first things he did was to borrow a car and drive to Eldon. He found that 221 Elm Street did not exist.
Twenty years went by Dad was a chief flight instructor for Wilson Flying Service. One of his students was a local secret service agent who wanted to learn to fly so it would be easier to transfer to the border patrol. He said the service was sort of boring anymore. The agent said he just stood around and watched people and made pointless contacts for other agenicies. After one of the lesson the agent said he had a friend that wanted to meet Dad. Sure Dad said, where and when. The agent told dad that the parking lot at Wilson's would be fine and how about midnight that night.
Dad was a little taken aback, but went along with the plan. Dad did not recall or choose to tell me the conversation that took place that night but the up shot was that the guy he met asked Dad if he would be interested in running an airport for the firm he represented. Dad said he might be but where was it exactly he was talking about. The guy told Dad he could not tell him right then, but it was some place in southeast Asia. The guy told him they did not need an answer right then but did in a day or two. He would be in touch. "Oh, by the way," the guy said in parting, "Marcia says hi."
Dad turned down the job and never mentioned anything about it to anyone except my grandfather and me.
At Dad's funeral there were two retired FBI agents as honorary pallbearers and some flowers from some one that only signed the card, "Thanks, MS"
Friday, May 13, 2011
December 1, 1953
Dec 1, 1953
Dear Mom, Dad, and Snapper
I finished another day today. About the same as yesterday. I got the pictures back that Guthmiller took one day. They were developed in the Korean PX. They don't do to good a job but I thought you might like to have them anyway. I think my first talk will be a week from tomorrow. It will be 10 to 12 min long. I don't know what I will talk about yet.
I got you letter you mailed Nov 23. I forgot about Corley and Stafford (note: neighbors.) I am glad you had their address on that piece of paper..
You asked about the school. It is about 2 or 3 miles down the road from the 5th RCT.
I haven't got the packages you wrote about yet. Not since the Thanks Giving package. I will probably get all the packages here and a little later. I will be here Xmas too. I think I will try to go back to the company.
It rained and hailed last night and today. Hardest I have seen it.
I am squad leader for 3 days now. We change every 3 days. I may get to be platoon Sgt or leader before I leave.
I bet you all look nice in your new clothes I am glad you get to buy new clothes once in awhile.
I got paid today and drew 93 dollars. I put 50 in deposit. Next month I may put a little more. I should draw 109 next month. I still have my cough. It doesn't bother me to bad but enough to wake me up once in awhile and make me a little horse.
Well I don't know much more to write. I don't have much time to write but I will try to write as much as I can. I clean up every night and clean my rifle and then I study for awhile each night.
Love, Ted
Dear Mom, Dad, and Snapper
I finished another day today. About the same as yesterday. I got the pictures back that Guthmiller took one day. They were developed in the Korean PX. They don't do to good a job but I thought you might like to have them anyway. I think my first talk will be a week from tomorrow. It will be 10 to 12 min long. I don't know what I will talk about yet.
I got you letter you mailed Nov 23. I forgot about Corley and Stafford (note: neighbors.) I am glad you had their address on that piece of paper..
You asked about the school. It is about 2 or 3 miles down the road from the 5th RCT.
I haven't got the packages you wrote about yet. Not since the Thanks Giving package. I will probably get all the packages here and a little later. I will be here Xmas too. I think I will try to go back to the company.
It rained and hailed last night and today. Hardest I have seen it.
I am squad leader for 3 days now. We change every 3 days. I may get to be platoon Sgt or leader before I leave.
I bet you all look nice in your new clothes I am glad you get to buy new clothes once in awhile.
I got paid today and drew 93 dollars. I put 50 in deposit. Next month I may put a little more. I should draw 109 next month. I still have my cough. It doesn't bother me to bad but enough to wake me up once in awhile and make me a little horse.
Well I don't know much more to write. I don't have much time to write but I will try to write as much as I can. I clean up every night and clean my rifle and then I study for awhile each night.
Love, Ted
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
November 30, 1953
Nov 30, 1953
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Dear Mom, Dad, and Snapper
I finished my first day. This morning a Col talked to us and that was the first hour. After that we had a class on map reading, PT, and leadership. My first talk will be next week some time. It will be from 10-12 min. I don't know what to talk about yet. I hope I make it OK. We have two more talks after that, one for 18 min and the other for 25 min. You have to get 700 points to graduate and if you get 900 points you get a promotion when you get back to your outfit. There are 1000 points altogether.
Our food here is plenty good compared to what we get at the company. Tonight I took some fatigue shirts to the laundry and bought some PFC stripes and patches at the Korean PX. I got a hair cut at the PX last night. They have a movie here every night but I haven't gone yet. We wear our thermo boot here in the morning. They have had 5 cases of frost bite in the last class. Today was payday. I didn't get paid yet. I think they will bring my money up tomorrow. I don't really need it though. Well I don't have much more to say. My mail will be 2 or 3 days getting here. I'll try to write a letter every day.
Love, Ted
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Dear Mom, Dad, and Snapper
I finished my first day. This morning a Col talked to us and that was the first hour. After that we had a class on map reading, PT, and leadership. My first talk will be next week some time. It will be from 10-12 min. I don't know what to talk about yet. I hope I make it OK. We have two more talks after that, one for 18 min and the other for 25 min. You have to get 700 points to graduate and if you get 900 points you get a promotion when you get back to your outfit. There are 1000 points altogether.
Our food here is plenty good compared to what we get at the company. Tonight I took some fatigue shirts to the laundry and bought some PFC stripes and patches at the Korean PX. I got a hair cut at the PX last night. They have a movie here every night but I haven't gone yet. We wear our thermo boot here in the morning. They have had 5 cases of frost bite in the last class. Today was payday. I didn't get paid yet. I think they will bring my money up tomorrow. I don't really need it though. Well I don't have much more to say. My mail will be 2 or 3 days getting here. I'll try to write a letter every day.
Love, Ted
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Letters to Dad
When I open envelopes from Dad, now and then I come across letters that were sent to him by others that he wanted to save. He had mentioned that he did not save letters sent to him by my grandparents (which would have been interesting if he would have) because he didn't have room. However several he received while in Korea he sent home so my grandparents would save them. I have blogged one letter like that, here are two more I just came across.
Sept 2, 1953
Dear Ted
Well I am betting you are thinking why I never wrote sooner. Well I went to leadership for 3 weeks and boy that was plenty for me so I dropped out and went down to the 507 for about a week before I got my orders. Well I am pretty darn happy where I am now. I am assigned to Ft. Lewis, Washington. I am in the a TO&E out fit. All we do is train and train but we are able to live off post and I brought my wife and car back here. If we ever go any place it will be to Alaska for three months and we will come right back unless another war starts.
Ge Ted I wish you would have come to Leadership School with me and we could have dropped out together. We would still be together. I sure miss the the good times we had. Well may be after we both get out of the service we can get together again. Guess where I am, I am on guard so I have time to write a letter.
Say, remember Livingston and Gillard, they both were in the second platoon. Well they went to Division Training Facility at Camp Roberts and were on the rifle committee. You know Camp Roberts is closing. Well the last of the trainees went though the rifle training and the two guys were assigned up here in the same Bn I am. I ran into them the other night. Funny how you run into two guys you thought you would never meet again. I sure wish you were here with me but you might have a pretty good dear where you are.
I am sending this letter to your mom. I hope she sends it on to you. Please write as soon as you can Ted. I would like to hear where you are and how you are getting along.
Your Buddy Martin
This is my address:
Pvt Wilford O. Martin
US 17335090
Co C, 123 Inf. Reg
44 Div. Fort Lewis Washington
(note: Martin was Dad's best friend in basic training. I have wondered if they would stay in contact.)
Sept 24, 53
Dear Mac
Sure was glad to hear from you. Yes we sure did get split up. I never saw you after we got off the landing craft. We were lost all that night and we got to the 25 Rept about 8 in the morning. I went from there to the 27 Wolfhound Regt. We are a line company. I am in the 1st Bn, Able Company. We are about 3 miles from the front. At the present time we are the reserve unit and we are digging positions in the mountains behind us. I am in a 57 recoiless rife squad. At the present time I am an ammo bearer and carry a carbine. By the end of the month or the beginning of next month I will be a gunner or asst gunner or even squad leader, the two guys ahead of me are going home. Then I will carry a .45.
We have to pull guard duty about every 4th night. It is a bitch. I sure do miss the gang. I was on guard last night and this morning so I have the rest of the day off.. It is kind of warm so I opened me up a can of beer. We get a case or 2 a week a piece. I am turning into a drunkard.
I can't explain to you exactly where I am at because I don't even know myself. I haven't heard from any of the other fellows yet. They had another USO show last night, it was all colored people so I didn't go. I saw the same USO show that you saw. The one where they played the electric guitar. It was pretty neat.
Are you near any towns? I haven't seen one since the night we came here. The rest of the squad went to Seoul last Sat, but since I had guard I didn't get to go.
A couple came down with VD in the other Co so that ends that. Well Mac I guess I will close for now and finish my beer and may be another one. Write soon and send the other guys addresses if you have any. After we find each other we may be able to get together some weekend and visit. There should be at least two of us near each other. So long for now MAC and write soon.
Your Buddy, Gary
Pvt Gary D. Sipes
US55337895
Co A, 27 Inf Regt
APO 25% PMSF
(note: Dad has mentioned Sipes several times in previous letters. They were in that special school they went to and Sipes was the nephew of Dad's ROTC instructor when he went to Northeast High School.)
Sept 2, 1953
Dear Ted
Well I am betting you are thinking why I never wrote sooner. Well I went to leadership for 3 weeks and boy that was plenty for me so I dropped out and went down to the 507 for about a week before I got my orders. Well I am pretty darn happy where I am now. I am assigned to Ft. Lewis, Washington. I am in the a TO&E out fit. All we do is train and train but we are able to live off post and I brought my wife and car back here. If we ever go any place it will be to Alaska for three months and we will come right back unless another war starts.
Ge Ted I wish you would have come to Leadership School with me and we could have dropped out together. We would still be together. I sure miss the the good times we had. Well may be after we both get out of the service we can get together again. Guess where I am, I am on guard so I have time to write a letter.
Say, remember Livingston and Gillard, they both were in the second platoon. Well they went to Division Training Facility at Camp Roberts and were on the rifle committee. You know Camp Roberts is closing. Well the last of the trainees went though the rifle training and the two guys were assigned up here in the same Bn I am. I ran into them the other night. Funny how you run into two guys you thought you would never meet again. I sure wish you were here with me but you might have a pretty good dear where you are.
I am sending this letter to your mom. I hope she sends it on to you. Please write as soon as you can Ted. I would like to hear where you are and how you are getting along.
Your Buddy Martin
This is my address:
Pvt Wilford O. Martin
US 17335090
Co C, 123 Inf. Reg
44 Div. Fort Lewis Washington
(note: Martin was Dad's best friend in basic training. I have wondered if they would stay in contact.)
Sept 24, 53
Dear Mac
Sure was glad to hear from you. Yes we sure did get split up. I never saw you after we got off the landing craft. We were lost all that night and we got to the 25 Rept about 8 in the morning. I went from there to the 27 Wolfhound Regt. We are a line company. I am in the 1st Bn, Able Company. We are about 3 miles from the front. At the present time we are the reserve unit and we are digging positions in the mountains behind us. I am in a 57 recoiless rife squad. At the present time I am an ammo bearer and carry a carbine. By the end of the month or the beginning of next month I will be a gunner or asst gunner or even squad leader, the two guys ahead of me are going home. Then I will carry a .45.
We have to pull guard duty about every 4th night. It is a bitch. I sure do miss the gang. I was on guard last night and this morning so I have the rest of the day off.. It is kind of warm so I opened me up a can of beer. We get a case or 2 a week a piece. I am turning into a drunkard.
I can't explain to you exactly where I am at because I don't even know myself. I haven't heard from any of the other fellows yet. They had another USO show last night, it was all colored people so I didn't go. I saw the same USO show that you saw. The one where they played the electric guitar. It was pretty neat.
Are you near any towns? I haven't seen one since the night we came here. The rest of the squad went to Seoul last Sat, but since I had guard I didn't get to go.
A couple came down with VD in the other Co so that ends that. Well Mac I guess I will close for now and finish my beer and may be another one. Write soon and send the other guys addresses if you have any. After we find each other we may be able to get together some weekend and visit. There should be at least two of us near each other. So long for now MAC and write soon.
Your Buddy, Gary
Pvt Gary D. Sipes
US55337895
Co A, 27 Inf Regt
APO 25% PMSF
(note: Dad has mentioned Sipes several times in previous letters. They were in that special school they went to and Sipes was the nephew of Dad's ROTC instructor when he went to Northeast High School.)
Monday, May 9, 2011
November Thoughts
November Thoughts
It seems to me that Dad was doing well and adjusting the first part of the month but as the holidays, Thanks Giving in particular, approached he started getting down in the dumps. GI Blues is common they say. I still am amazed at how many of his friends in the neighborhood were in the army and how many seemed to be around where he was. I guess Korea was not that big and most of the draftees were scattered along the front. It also sticks out to me how much letters and packages meant to him and how hungry he was for news from home.
It will be over a year before he comes home probably and discharged and already he is wondering what he will do when he gets out of the army. Some times the army I have noticed from my own accounts sort of make you do stupid things you think just to keep you busy. This is done on purpose I suspect to keep the young soldiers especially from thinking to much.
As usual I have not read ahead and don't know how he does in the NCO School (which seems to have lifted him out of his blues or depression for the time being) nor do I know how Christmas away from home will work on his mental state. Remember he is only 25 and this is really the first time he has been away from home. I was 55 before I spent a Christmas alone, everyone ought to do it at least once in their life.
Many GIs before Dad spent long periods and many holidays away from home, he certainly wasn't the first and unfortunately wont be the last.
It seems to me that Dad was doing well and adjusting the first part of the month but as the holidays, Thanks Giving in particular, approached he started getting down in the dumps. GI Blues is common they say. I still am amazed at how many of his friends in the neighborhood were in the army and how many seemed to be around where he was. I guess Korea was not that big and most of the draftees were scattered along the front. It also sticks out to me how much letters and packages meant to him and how hungry he was for news from home.
It will be over a year before he comes home probably and discharged and already he is wondering what he will do when he gets out of the army. Some times the army I have noticed from my own accounts sort of make you do stupid things you think just to keep you busy. This is done on purpose I suspect to keep the young soldiers especially from thinking to much.
As usual I have not read ahead and don't know how he does in the NCO School (which seems to have lifted him out of his blues or depression for the time being) nor do I know how Christmas away from home will work on his mental state. Remember he is only 25 and this is really the first time he has been away from home. I was 55 before I spent a Christmas alone, everyone ought to do it at least once in their life.
Many GIs before Dad spent long periods and many holidays away from home, he certainly wasn't the first and unfortunately wont be the last.
November 29, 1953
Dear Mom, Dad, and Snapper
Now I am at the 3rd Div NCO Academy. I got here about 3 PM today. It's not far from the 5th RCT. I don't know much about this place yet. This is the first letter I have written since Thanks Giving.
Friday I stayed in and worked in the area. Friday night I went to the show and saw "Hans Christian Anderson." It sue was a good picture.
The Old Man sure has his eye on me. When he came up to me in the ranks he asked me who the Bn Commander was and who the exec officer was. I told him. I was the only one he asked in our platoon. He just wanted to see if I knew.
Sat night I was on Bn guard so I didn't get a chance to write. This morning I packed all my clothes and stuff up and left the Co at 1 PM to go over the Regt HQ to come to school. I think I will like it here OK. There are about 1000 men here all the time. They talked to us a little bit and also a Major has. I saw Guthemiller. He is in the tent across from me. He is in his second week now. I will have some one to help me out when I need it. At least for 2 weeks. I will be here for 4 weeks. The food is good. They have a good PX, showers, beer hall, barber shop, laundry, tailor, etc. I think it will be OK after I am use to it. They told us that if you are high ranking or out standing in your class you will get a promotion. If I can do that I will be a corporal and then I would have a good chance to make Sgt. About the hardest part for me will probably be the classes. But I thin I can get around that if I try hard enough and know the truth (note: I think Dad might have been referring to a portion of his religious up bringing as a Christan Scientist. He was taught in Church that "You shall know the truth and truth shall set you free.") This is the same as leadership in the states except you get 8 weeks in 4 week and they say it is better. I am glad I didn't go in the states now.
I still have my cold and I am trying to get rid of it. I haven't take anything for it since last weekend. It doesn't seem to help anyway. (note: if he is trying to get rid of it and not taking anything for it--hint of the Christian Scientist comeing out again.) I had a few letters from you and also that news clipping. I enjoyed reading them , also the picture of Jim Rountree. Is that Massie boy married now and out of the army. Did you know the boy who found the Raccoon. Tell Snapper to write good and draw some more pictures of soldiers. (note: I use to draw pictures of solders marching and send to him.) That was nice of Mr. Sharp to give you a box of candy. You might take some of my money and buy Jim and Rosalie something for Xmas. I will try to send some money back but I don't know yet.
I am glad that Westinghouse is expanding. You should go for that job dad. May be you will have Jessie's job before long. It is nice you get some extra time off for the holidays. They should get more.
I don't know what I want to do when I come home. I would like to do somethig worth while. It dosen't seem to me that there is much futre at the plant for me. Seems like the older men get the breaks and it would take me to long to get a good job that would pay faily good money. I still have a long time to think about that anyway. I should have been saving more money than I have for the last few years. I guess you could call what I got out of my car as saved.
Well don't have much more to say . I have a big day tomrrow so I will clsoe for now. I'll wrtie more about the school as I go along.
Lots of Love, Ted
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