The O'Reilly Letters, Part Twenty-one
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barefoot_bardTitle: The O'Reilly Letters
Rating: K (Suitable for ages 13 and above)
Disclaimers: With the exception of Malachi Reddington and Cornelius Noonan, all names given are fictional. The mentioned characters Tony Carpullo, Bill Meinertzhagen, and Captain McCawley were RP characters belonging to others. All other named characters are mine.
Summary: The incomplete collection of letters exchanged between a US soldier and his friends and family. 21/23
Author's Note: These letters were originally posted as supporting extras on a WWII RP. They were fun to write and I might add one or two more in future.
20th November 1942
North Africa
Dearest Kat,
They told us yesterday to get comfortable because we'll be here for a while so we're now allowed to say where we are and what we been up to. It's pretty warm here kinda like Boston in high summer and when we ain't on duty, the boys lounge around a lot. There's a lot to do to keep busy but it don't take up all the time in a day. Our new CO is a West Point lad but so far he's not too bad. His name's McCawley and he's from New York. He ain't so bad for that I guess.
The guy from my platoon who got killed was a New Yorker too. Tony Carpullo. He was a pretty decent lad even tho' he was Italian and all. Some sneaking bastard got him when we were clearing a house. The last enemy soldier in the last room and he got Tony before Sergeant Lyons took care of business. I ain't thought about it much since it happened on account of it not being a good memory. We paid them back for Tony like they deserved tho' you can be sure of that.
We had a British officer with us for most of the day too. He's been hanging around since. He ain't completely right in his head I don't think but he saved Bill Meinertzhagen from an Arab so he sure ain't a bad one to have around. Our medic's British in some way too. He joined in Pennsylvania but he's from Wales or some thing. I've never met a lad who talked so pretty when he bothered to talk even tho' he's a conchie and a Quaker to boot. There's also a lad here who's got to be Ma's age at least who fought in the last war and some other places since. Can you believe it? They're obviously letting anybody join the Army.
Danny's reading over me shoulder again and he says yeah that's how we got in. I gave him an elbow for it. He wants to know if Billy Gardner's still head chef at the Grove too. If he is, Danny says don't eat the Cobb salad he makes but he won't say why. I think he's being stupid on account of the Grove being too hot a place to have bad food. Speaking of the Grove. How's it treating you there? You ain't doing too much between that and the laundry business and every thing else? I hope you ain't any way. We need a healthy baby when it's born after all.
Somebody's just come in to say chow is on so I'll end here. I hope you're taking care and that Mikey's being good tho' of course he would be. Will write again soon.
Love always,
Joe
Rating: K (Suitable for ages 13 and above)
Disclaimers: With the exception of Malachi Reddington and Cornelius Noonan, all names given are fictional. The mentioned characters Tony Carpullo, Bill Meinertzhagen, and Captain McCawley were RP characters belonging to others. All other named characters are mine.
Summary: The incomplete collection of letters exchanged between a US soldier and his friends and family. 21/23
Author's Note: These letters were originally posted as supporting extras on a WWII RP. They were fun to write and I might add one or two more in future.
20th November 1942
North Africa
Dearest Kat,
They told us yesterday to get comfortable because we'll be here for a while so we're now allowed to say where we are and what we been up to. It's pretty warm here kinda like Boston in high summer and when we ain't on duty, the boys lounge around a lot. There's a lot to do to keep busy but it don't take up all the time in a day. Our new CO is a West Point lad but so far he's not too bad. His name's McCawley and he's from New York. He ain't so bad for that I guess.
The guy from my platoon who got killed was a New Yorker too. Tony Carpullo. He was a pretty decent lad even tho' he was Italian and all. Some sneaking bastard got him when we were clearing a house. The last enemy soldier in the last room and he got Tony before Sergeant Lyons took care of business. I ain't thought about it much since it happened on account of it not being a good memory. We paid them back for Tony like they deserved tho' you can be sure of that.
We had a British officer with us for most of the day too. He's been hanging around since. He ain't completely right in his head I don't think but he saved Bill Meinertzhagen from an Arab so he sure ain't a bad one to have around. Our medic's British in some way too. He joined in Pennsylvania but he's from Wales or some thing. I've never met a lad who talked so pretty when he bothered to talk even tho' he's a conchie and a Quaker to boot. There's also a lad here who's got to be Ma's age at least who fought in the last war and some other places since. Can you believe it? They're obviously letting anybody join the Army.
Danny's reading over me shoulder again and he says yeah that's how we got in. I gave him an elbow for it. He wants to know if Billy Gardner's still head chef at the Grove too. If he is, Danny says don't eat the Cobb salad he makes but he won't say why. I think he's being stupid on account of the Grove being too hot a place to have bad food. Speaking of the Grove. How's it treating you there? You ain't doing too much between that and the laundry business and every thing else? I hope you ain't any way. We need a healthy baby when it's born after all.
Somebody's just come in to say chow is on so I'll end here. I hope you're taking care and that Mikey's being good tho' of course he would be. Will write again soon.
Love always,
Joe