Showing posts with label Service School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Service School. Show all posts

Sunday, January 29, 2012

September 26, 1943


Cpl Stanley W Safford
5th Auxiliary Surgical Group
Dodd Field
Ft Sam Houston
Texas

September 26, 1943

My dear Mother

Received your letter yesterday and as you guessed I was quite overjoyed at receiving it.  Mail s one of the things that I always look forward to with great anxiety and then after I get it I always feel quite happy for awhile especially after a letter from you.
You mentioned the expense of my trip.  Well it did not cost me so much as I thought it would and the expense was and is a small matter when it comes to my being able to be home with you.  You will never know how much it meant to me to be able to be home with you for even so short a time.
I have me amazed to write several letters in the last couple days and have quite a few more to write and then will be caught up with my letter writing and then can start answering them.
I want you to charge me for the telephone calls which I made and I will and intend paying you for them.  You also ask if you may send anything? I can not think of anything and besides you have done so much for me right now.  You are very likely still tired from all the work you done for me when I was home.
The day after my return we went on a hike out in the country and it did not tire me at all.  Then yesterday we marched up to the main post where they had a very interesting airplane exhibit for the purpose of airplane recognition and they really had some very fast as well as pretty airplanes and some of them really had the speed.  One of them dived down from an altitude of about 7000 feet to about 50 feet off the ground and then headed straight again.  They told us that almost ten percent of our ships brought down in the Pacific area were brought down from our own guns on land due to the great resemblance of the Jap ships to our own.  That is quite a high percentage.  They are also putting a blue circle around the entire insignia on our military planes in place of the red now on them since the red resembles the Jap so closely.
One of these days soon I am going to send home the Reader’s Digest which I have accumulated here on to you where you may read them and put them away for me.  I have just received the October issue and there are a couple very good articles in it already of what I have read and it has a very pretty Autumn cover on it. 
I have not seen Mrs. Tedesco as yet but will see her tomorrow.  She went to Fort Worth on the day that I arrived.  I hope that she likes the book ends.
It has been trying to rain all day here and has finally started.  I am very glad to have the rain since things really have needed it for some time.  Everything is so dusty out in the country.  The trees here have already begun to turn then leaves blown and they have begun to fall.  Things have really changed from hot summer to cool fall here in the very short time that I was home.  But we may still have some real warm weather after this spell of rain is over.
Mrs. Tedesco’s father says that they are going to have an early winter this year and a cold one.
We have had our afternoon meal already and it consisted of potato salad which was very good for a change but nothing like yours, cold sliced meat, cheese and hot chocolate and cookies.  Rather filling but we don’t need too much where we are not doing anything on a Sunday.
In my absence they brought back all the boys from the hospital which were on detached service so our company is quite full now but they well weed out a few more bad ones and then before we leave they will take something more out in the way of excess technicians which we have a few extra.  They are also beginning to place us all in groups or Surgical Teams and I hope that we will get a chance to do some actual work together before we go into action.  Did I tell you that the First Auxiliary had already arrived in England.  Which, of course, is one more sign towards is going to the Pacific since they already have three in Europe and Sicily and none so far in the Pacific area.  They have, in London, counting the First Aux., two such groups.  Rather indicatory of the future battle trends or where they expect to need them.
We now have 33 of our total of 132 officers needed.  This is not as fast as the First Aux. was in getting theirs.  Of course they take their sweet time about things of this type and they may do with us what they have done with the one in Sicily.  They have broken it in half and made two separate groups out of it.
My clerk is going on his furlough the fifth of October so I expect to be rather busy at that time but none of this work will interfere with me letter writing which I shall do a little more of from now on. I will have more time with winter coming to do such things.
Cpl Moore is back from the hospital now and his appendectomy is or was all right so he of course is very glad to be back after such a long time in a GI Hospital and I don’t blame him there one bit for they are a mess.
Sgt Ryan went up and specialled (?) his case for a week or so after his operation and the hospital seemed quite glad to have him do it.  They are very short of help especially good help.  And yet they do not seem to make any extra effort to get good help when the occasion arises for them to do so.  They have a lot of hopes running around there with four or five stripes on their arms that I had as students at the Service School and they were sure my prize students then.
I went to church this morning and the Lt. Col. Chaplain gave an interesting type of talk sermon which was very good and he also said that this was his last Sunday here and that he was going to be transferred to the head of a large section of churches etc.  He has always been a very good chaplain and yet he is no well bred high class type of person either.  He uses words such as “ain’t” and a few other of that same type. But they all come and go and there is also politics in their branch also, and they have to be just as crud as any others in the Army elsewhere.
Well the day drags on and I am beginning to run out of things to write about so will draw this letter to a close and will write again soon.
They operated on some digs here while I was gone and Sgt Ryan has them to take care of.  And I like to tell him that he is a fine male nurse now and if only his friends could see him now.

Always lots of love from your son,

Stanley

List of the Service School Medical Department Graduates - May 7, 1943



Saturday, January 28, 2012

July 26, 1943


Cpl Stanley W Safford
5th Auxiliary Surgical Group
Dodd Field
Ft Sam Houston
Texas

July 26, 1943

My dear Mother:

Here I am tonight only not in the office as usual since it is so hot and stuffy in there, so here I am sitting on my cot in the tent here on a little table which comes in quite handy as a catch all and a place on which to write when the occasion arises.  They have sent out the hurricane warnings this evening again so quite a few of the tents have been laced up but not ours and it won’t be until it actually begins to pour down good and hard as it does once in a great while.
The last rain which we had has brought out a very pretty little white bulb flower of some kind which I am going to get a few of and send them home for you to plant for me.
I went into town this evening to get some more cleaning and I will have enough to do me for another day or so now.  I went through one of those cheap shirts that they gave me, the other day, while I went up to the Service School to show one of the dumb bells here how to make a bed.
Also while showing him I showed a couple majors and a couple other officers who certainly knew nothing about making a bed of any kind.  I never thought that I would ever be back at the Service School but we are going to be up there eight days teaching some of the boys from here or rather try and teach them something.  Sgt Elkins was quite surprised to see me arriving at the school again with the majors, captains etc.  And he really thought that they were a big bunch of dumbbells from some of the questions that they asked him.
San Antonio Express, July 31,1943
Well we are really having quite a time here with all the officers here are just taking every chance to cut the other person’s throat and they seem to thrive better every day and they all seem to be quite content with all the mess that they have here and they are all too much interested in the gold leaf that they are or may get.  And a very good price of news is that the other day Captain Skinner became Major Skinner so he will return quite much better off. 
Here it is the next day and we did have the hurricane and as you have very likely read the papers by now about all the damage done in Houston and Galveston about 1:30 the wind came up and blew things all over the tent so we had to get up and let the curtains down and it still continued to blow and the floor shook and the sealing moved.  I expected the tent to tear but it survived it as the others did.  It did although tear the siding off the big ward tent when it fell over.  After a short while it began to rain and it came down in sheets and just pound off the tent,  And in the meantime practically everybody left their tent and went down to the latrine and stayed there until it was over, which I was asleep when that time came I was asleep.  Most of the boys here had never seen anything of that type before and were certainly scared stiff of it.  We got up this morning and it was all clear again and it has turned out quite warm or shall I say hot again which it has been ever everyday for several weeks.  I long so much for the nice cool weather in California.
Well the officers have again changes their minds as to when the next bivouac is to be and they have set it ahead to leave next Sunday evening and return the following Wednesday.  So all of a sudden I have had all the work of making up all the schedules and all the other things that go along with it and have been putting in a lot of overtime on it and consequently have been very tired in the evenings.
We went up to the Service School today and it was quite confusing, the first day or so will very likely be that way.   All the confusion connected with the affair: getting out the supplies etc. and when I sent back the boys I told the transportation corporal to send me back a car to come back to the field in and due to the confusion here they did not send one until after lunch and they had to fix a special lunch and all that mess.
If all my other ideas do not work on getting out of this place, I am going to pursue another avenue that is that they have a large green house here that I understand wants some help so I may get myself requested in some way or another and I am quite sure  that I would enjoy that very much.  What do you think?  I am hearing at present the radio in the distance with “Rosy" (see Fireside Chats with Franklin D Roosevelt)[1] telling all and yet nothing.  He has told although that the rationing of coffee is to be stopped.   I guess that they are beginning to realize that people are getting tired of that mess.  But they are still going to take more gasoline away, I guess.  And he tells of after war peace etc.  That is to keep the people looking forward to something which he knows he is unable to foretell.  Last Saturday I saw “Gentleman Jim[2]”, starring Errol Flynn, and I, in a way, liked it.  That is, as far as his pictures go, but I am not too fond of that type of boxing picture but it certainly was some good enjoyment and of course that does a person good once in awhile.
How does Muriel like her work by now or does she think that she would rather be home running the streets with the others?
I have had to change desk so that I could write a little more plainly.  The other desk was so high that it was very hard writing as well as uncomfortable.  I shall have to practice my penmanship and try and make it more like yours if at all possible.  Everyone that sees your handwriting always remarks upon how nice and plain it is and how straight the lines are. There are so many of the boys here that are lucky to be able to spell their own name much less write a legible letter.
It has begin to rain outside this evening and it has turned cool and is quite comfortable now.  The rain sounds so very nice on the roof of the tent.  I always think of home when the rain sounds that way upon the roof.  But as usual in the evening someone somewhere ruins the evening by turning on some of this rotten Texas music.  I never heard so much terrible music until I came down here.
I had better begin thinking of drawing this letter to a close and I will write again a couple times before bivouac for I am not going to be as busy from now on for awhile.

Lots of love from your Son
Stanley