Editor's Note: This letter is typed on onion skin--no envelope
Dear Mother and Dad,
This is my second day in the Q.M.C. of the 104 Division. It seems like a dream more than anything else. I expect to awaken any time now and find myself asleep in a fox hole. After living in the mud for two months and eating "C" and "K" rations for so long my present status seems unbelievable. I'm now eating good food and sleeping in a warm dry room. I'm sleeping in a kitchen with four other fellows. This might seem like crowded conditions, but its nothing compared to the times when I've slept in trains half the size with three times the amount of men.
My transfer to the Q.M.C. is one of those things you always read about but never happens to you. I had arrived at rear echelon of he 104 a few evenings ago after being assigned to it by a replacement depot. I slept over night in a pup tent with one of my buddies and expected to be assigned to and infantry regement the next morning. The next morning a rooster was read to the group I came with,assigning them to their new infantry units. My name was not on the list. I thought that I would be on the next list of replacements to infantry outfits. Suddenly a list came out assigning me and four other fellows to this Quarter Master outfit. We all were somewhat dazed. We all had been in the infantry up this time and knew of no personal abilities the Quarter Master would desire.
I know how happy you xxx will be when you recieve this and my previous letter. Its something we've all wished for for such a long time. As you always said mom, "xxxx fate will take its own course". I, however, hope its on the right course.
A lot of the men around this outfit were formerly in A.S.T.P.. One of them attended the University of Illinois, but I don't know him. Love, Harold