I am not exactly sure what my grandfather’s responsibilities were at this point. I don’t think he knew either. They appear to be just playing the waiting game. And laundry does seem to be the bane of his existence.
Wed Aug 5, 1942
We are still loafing with no definite word we report each morning and that is all. Gets sorta monotonous after a few days.
Did some more laundry this A.M. I’m still wearing the same shirt and uniform as when I left home and am afraid to send it out or it might be like the bundle at Norfolk. I wrote them this AM to tell them to send that laundry to you and you can pay it there and send it on. I’m afraid the cost of the C.O.D. where we will go will be more than the clothes. Of course we don’t know where we will go but just surmising.
I didn’t get a letter yesterday
(page 2) and really don’t expect one today because of the mix up in the address of course will get that later.
I spent all of yesterday reading a detective story. It’s about as good a pastime as anything.
I keep buying things and now I’m beginning to fear that I’ll run out of money if we don’t get going before long. Guess I’ll have enough at least I’ll try to make out. When I sent that home I didn’t think we would be here that this long.
We still have plenty cold weather Still have two blankets at night and along about morning it gets a little to[o] cool at that. The sun is a little warm in day time but just step in the shade and its plenty cool.
Well, if anything further develops today I’ll write