EDITOR”S NOTE: This is the first actual letter sent home by Clifford.
Mar. 29, 1943 0190 CF Camp Roberts, CA
Clifford writes the Folks. It is Sunday afternoon and he likes it fine out there, the camp is like a picture. He’s gaining weight but has to grab for the food to get enough. He rooms with a good bunch of fellows but someone swiped his dress shoes and razor on the train. He’s broke, has seven more weeks of basic training, and is sure the soreness will be worked out of him before long.