Some Details of Babe’s Training as a Radio Operator

Dated April 17, 1943; postmarked April 18, from Camp Wheeler.

Dear Folks,

As you can see, I am printing this letter, but I don’t think I’ll do very well with it because I never did much printing and it has to be done a certain way. I am going to radio school now and all messages I receive will have to be printed. I am on the third lesson now, which means that I am learning 21 characters of code now. When I say characters, I mean Morse code, but not the way you think of it.

We don’t use dots and dashes, but we use dits and da’s. For instance, instead of saying dot-dot-dash-dot for “F,” we say dit-dit-da-dit and we say it as fast as we can so that we learn the letter by the sound as a whole instead of learning the letter by each individual dot and dash. That way, we can take code much faster than we could if we did it the Boy Scout way.

We also have a phonetic alphabet we use when we want to spell out a word when we use voice transmission. Here is the phonetic alphabet, the way each letter is written and the order each stroke is made.

With a little practice, you’d be surprised how much speed, accuracy and legibility you can obtain by this method. Legibility is our main purpose in printing.

This radio buiseness business is good stuff and I like it. I’m perfectly satisfied where I am right now and I wouldn’t voluntarily leave here for anything. I just came to realize that I am sitting on top of the world right now. Why, I don’t even want to get in the air corps anymore. All we do all day is sit in school all day with a pair of earphones on and listen to dits and da’s all day long. Pretty soon, however, we will go on night problems and then we will have the fun. Read more of this post

Meeting Another Mount Kisco Boy; Training Details

Babe's high school diploma, awarded June 23, 1942, about nine months before he went into the service.

Postmarked March 29, 1943, from Camp Wheeler, Ga.

Dear everybody,

Well, I met another Mount Kisco soldier boy here at Camp Wheeler. I was walking through the camp when I met Roccy Rae; I don’t know how to spell it, though. I was never so surprised in my life and he was surprised to see me, too. he has been here for five months and has he got a racket.

He thinks he’ll be a corporal or sergeant soon and he’s in services of supply. All he does all day is sit in the supply room and hand out supplies whenever anyone comes for them. In case you want to write to him, his address is: Read more of this post

Not Eligible for Officers Training, but Bayonet Training Is On

Letter dated Thursday, March 25, 1943; postmarked March 26, 1943, from Camp Wheeler

Dear Ma and Pa and Bib, Vince, Rosemarie, Grandma,

I received your package the other day and I was certainly glad to get it.

Well, I’ve only got approximately 9½ weeks to go and I’ll be out of here. And before I go any further, I want to tell you I am not eligible for officers training. All I can and did do is to apply for it. I have had one interview and I am scheduled for one more with the company commander. After that, if I get any further, I will probably get about 3 more interviews. Then, if I am accepted, I will have to go to NCO school. NCO, by the way, means non-commissioned officer. After I get out of there, if I go, of course, I will go to OCS at Fort Benning, Ga. Read more of this post

A Day in the Life of the Training Regimen in Camp Wheeler

Part of the infantry pack

Postmarked March 15, 1943, from Camp Wheeler in Georgia

Pvt. Frank Mauro
Co. B-4th Tr. Bat.
Camp Wheeler, Georgia
1st Platoon

Dear Ma and Pa, and everyone else,

How are things back in Kisco? And how are you all feeling? Everyone down here has a cold and everyone feels lousy.

Right now, I am the barracks guard. I have to stay in and guard the barracks from 9:00 this morning to 9:00 tomorrow morning. I am also on the alert, which simply means that I must stay in from 6:00 tonite to 6:00 tomorrow nite. I just got table waiting the other day and boy, that killed me. Table waiters get up at 5:30 in the morning, go in the kitchen, set the tables and then wait on the soldiers when they want more food, then I go out at 8:30 with the regular company and go through the training. After the third meal, we cleaned, and I mean cleaned, the mess hall until 10:30 at night. I got to bed about twelve o’clock and got up at 5:30 the next morning, and I was really dead at quitting time. Read more of this post