Dated May 15, 1945; postmarked May 16 from Camp Wheeler.
Master Vincent Mauro
491 Lexington Avenue
Mount Kisco, New York
What the hell do you think I am in, the Boy Scouts? Do you think I can tell you everything that goes on down here? There are a lot of things I’d like to tell you, but I just can’t. Every day we get an army circular issued by the War Department read to us on preserving military information.
Some day I’ll be going across and if I found out how, when and where I was going, someone else is sure to find out and don’t forget I’ll be on that ship that someone will know about. You wait until you get in there and find out that there are a lot of things you’d like to say but you can’t. I don’t know whether or not these letters are censored, but nevertheless, I’m not going to take any chances.
One of the fellows got a letter the other day from his brother in the Marines and the letter was censored. All he got out of the letter was the headline, “I am feeling well” and “goodbye.”
Enough of that now. About that little situation of Mama not getting any money. I sent $50 home about a week and a half ago and I also sent her a couple of receipts for war bonds and my insurance. Please let me know if you got them.
We had a twelve-mile hike the other day and it was just as bad as the fourteen-mile hike we had awhile ago. Everyone was dead tired for two days after. Wednesday, we go out on a hike at 11:00 p.m. and don’t get back until 6:00 a.m. the following morning. After that, we have two twenty-four hour problems and one thirty-six hour problem in a row.
Well, I have to get out and water the lawn now so excuse the sloppy letter and s0-long.
Your loving brother,