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Show MESSAGE To Our Men Now In Uniform DEAR BOYS: Starting to write a letter is usually the hardest task I can think of. When Mr. Rollo called and asked if I would like to write to you I felt honored. I don't want yon to think this is just from me and my family, but from all your families and friends here in Cedar. I guess one thought Morg had in mind when he contacted me was the Softball season, since so many of you played on one team or another. Well, Johnny Warren is the new association president, and ably serving with him as officers are Bill Fritz, vice president and Bevan Bradshaw, secretary. Alma Garrett, Max Cowan and myself serve as the board of directors. It looks like it will be a good year, with one exception. So many of you guys are not back home yet. We will surely miss the familiar faces we used to see night after nisht. We have eight teams lined up for the league this summer, and an awful lot of new faces. At this early date one would certainly cer-tainly be an optimist to pick the winner, but win or lose, we will all be playing to maintain the sportsmanship and cleanliness cleanli-ness that has been developed in our town. Yes, our town, which is very proud of its boys, the boys who put service above other things to keep the Red tide from our own back door. You know fellows, I really couldn't write this letter to all of you without the help I'm receiving re-ceiving from my wife. Isn't it true though, a man doesn't really real-ly amount to very much until some girl usually helps him along. "I wish you wouldn't play ball this summer", she says. Still, there I am, night after night, either playing or watching. The mines are still running 24 hours a day. Columbia is rea. day to expand to Desert Mound within the next month and Utah Construction is rapidly making bigger holes in the earth. Everything Every-thing is still quite normal except ex-cept the prices and they are higher. I see most of your wives and families every once in a while. They are all fine and continually continual-ly thinking of you. They worry though, Just like you do over them. They know how hard it Is for you fellows to write very often. Just when you can, that Is all they expect. Spring has been a little late this year. First it was no water at all. Then when it did come it couldn't stop. Now it is getting get-ting dry agan. However, gardens are coming up, flowers are in bloom and its only fifteen days until summer officially opens. We don't know how true it is, but we have heard that all you boys are due for rotation about July 18. We sure hope it's true, then you could be home for deer season and I know hardly without with-out exception, that is what most of you are hoping for. Well, we are hoping for that too. From the news reports concerning the deaths of the Chinese Reds, some of you lads should have a bountiful boun-tiful supply of marksmanship medals. Or don't they pass those medals out for Just shooting a communist. They should provide the battery with the most communists com-munists to the credit, with the nation's highest award. I refuse to argue politics, but I will argue against communism and an umpire. um-pire. I think though, the umpire could make the decision carry-much carry-much farther than the communist. commun-ist. I guess you have heard all about the face-lifting Main street is getting. New sidewalks and curb and gutter and a wider street. Now maybe some of those California drivers can pass on the right side without scraping the back end of the parked cars. Well guys, I'm not very long winded, so I'll close with the thought that I'll see all of you this summer. Take good care of yourselves and drop us a line once in a while. Very truly YORKE NELSON. |
