On the way to his next Post, Thorgel is transported from sunny Miami Beach to somewhere in Missouri. No going home for Christmas, and nothing to do but wait.

Camp Crowder Mo.
Dec 13, 1942.

Dearest Ruth:

I am now at Camp Crowder Mo. a hundred miles from nowhere. This is the worst I have seen since I left home. This is really what you call out in the sticks.

The nearest town is 12 miles and nothing there, it’s just a small town. I am supposed to be here 6 weeks for schooling. Started Friday a.m. taking Aircraft Warning. It’s all like greek to me but I guess I will try to make the best of it.

There was some 20 boys that went over the hill < deserted > since we got here so you can imagine what it’s like here. You will have to let me know what Christmas will be like this year cause I won’t see anything here. I guess we are all here to make up for the time we had in Florida.

I don’t know of anything more to write about for tonight so I guess I will roll over and try to dream of the past.

Don’t forget to write cause that will be more of a treat than anything here.

Love
Thorgel.

address
T. Klessen U. S. Army
Co. D. 37th Sig. Tng. Bn.
Camp Crowder, Mo.