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Today we have another letter from Harry Lowell who is training in the Quartermaster Corps in Fort Francis E. Warren, Wyoming to his sister Eva Lowell in San Francisco. Eva has just finished her nursing degree.

June 22, 1943

Dear Sister,

Thanks for the letter (I have attended to the payments of the premiums; you may rest in peace now.) Say, could you write longer letters from now on; I usually read your letters in less than a minute and then am just as dumb as before. Pardon my criticism, old girl.

So you are going to graduate in August, eh? What are your plans? Did you get any word from the Red Cross and have you any chance of becoming an army nurse?

I’m certainly glad you didn’t show Tillie my letter; I’ll send you a few postcards so you can show them to her 

The weather has jumped from pretty cold to extremely hot temperature; I have been gypped out of Spring, so to speak.

I am getting to like Cheyenne now. It’s full of green trees and lawns; it looks like a nice city at present.

As I write this letter a drunk young punk is popping off and cussing at the army; the M.P.s just brought him in. Incidents like that happen almost every day. – And here I sit with a quart of milk, moo! Ain’t I the perfect specimen, though?

I’d make a good husband, wouldn’t I? With my virtues and additional skill in washing dishes, eh?….

How is Paul getting along? I haven’t heard from him yet; I guess I’ll write him another letter to wake him up.

I got a few letters to answer yet, so I’ll conclude my little letter.

Take care of yourself and keep smiling.

Your brother,
Harry

Fighting Quartermaster

P.S. Pardon my scribbling; I drank a quart too many. Moooo!

Harry ends his letter with a charming “self-portrait” as a “fighting quartermaster.” In previous letters, Harry has bemoaned that he will not see combat and instead has been placed in the quartermaster corps. (See posts from April 21 and June 8.)