Goodbye, New York

Time was up for our being in New York. We had seen much of the interesting city, some of it truly important, such as the event of an Army plane crashing into the Empire State Building—an accident, not an intention—and the end of World War II. We had even marched in Regimental Review before a confab starting the United Nations, with Eleanor Roosevelt among them. But we five, the last little group I was a part of, never got to locate any of our own churches there. Now we were on our way to start working the jobs we’d been trained for. But I promised I’d tell you about only that summer in New York. So you’ll not get the rest of the story, still most interesting but not so long a tale, unless there is popular demand. I have no idea how many out there are reading this [it is listed under my name on the Net, how or by whom I have no idea], but if any of you want the rest of the story, just drop me the word. I’ll give you a few days.

Our train pulled out of Grand Central Station and we headed west. We had two Pullman cars, with a few of us recent graduates of (S) School in charge of them, and one Chief Petty Officer over us. The Waves we were supervising were just out of Boot, and perhaps had no particular choice of what they wanted to work at. Usually those who could not make up their minds were assigned Hospital Corps. See you later.

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