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Earlier this week, we posted Chapter One of the book my daughter and I have put together of Catherine and James Neville's letters to each other during World War II. As promised, here's Chapter Two. If you're a few posts behind, you can see the Foreword and Introduction here. We'll be publishing
select chapters in the coming weeks. If you're interested in a copy of the book once it comes out, let us know.
James Neville's two day journey west from Camp Shelby in Hattiesburg, Mississippi to Camp Barkley in Abilene, Texas provided us with the first example of his "troop-train travelogues". With nothing else to do but look out the window and record the names of each small-town train depot, Catherine was able to accompany him on most of his trips from Post to Post for 26 long months.
These letters were written on a variety of types of papers, with an even wider variety of pens and pencils. Since you cannot hold in your hands the actual envelopes containing these epistles, this picture will just have to suffice. All the letters shown here were written on the train trip and mailed once he arrived at Camp Barkley. One of the letters is an "unfolded" blank envelope, used as paper, then refolded and placed into another envelope.
This is actually not our first "Train Letter" from James Neville. Detailed in Chapter Seven of the James Neville and Catherine: A Love Story
book is a letter written on the long trek made from Tiptonville to Spencer and Burritt College in 1936; a truly hilarious 16 page tome written in part on the "torn out" inside title pages of a book he had brought with him on the trip. Daddy's "train letters" were eagerly anticipated by Amanda and I as we "rode along" with him during our time-travelling adventure.
Three days and two nights to make a journey that today would take 12 hours across Interstate 20 today.
Neville and Catherine,
War Years – 1944-1946
Camp Barkeley, Texas: “I would gladly go
overseas to get away from here.”
James Neville and 75 other soldiers
in the group from Camp Shelby arrived in Abilene, Texas around 7 pm Friday, May
5, 1944. They have been assigned to the
Medical Corp and are moved to Camp Barkeley to begin their basic training. They have been assigned to a quarantined area
of the Camp which is standard procedure and they will remain in a quarantined
status for three weeks.
Pvt. LeDuke is assigned to Hut 11
and finds himself among quite a mixed group of men. There are, in his words, “9 Mexicans, 1 Russian (American, but born in Russia), 1 half-breed, 3
Americans (myself one), and 1 of Chinese extraction.” He says, about the “Americans,” “One is 18 years old and out on a lark, the
other is as miserable as I am.” All of these men though are of course
United States Army soldiers. In later
letters he begins to describe in detail more information about each of these
men, mentioning them by name. By the end
of his time there he will have become particularly fond of the Chinese man,
James Yen Lee.
The men in his group become the 3rd
Platoon of Company C Medical Corp. They
are a part of the 61st Battalion MTB-ASFTC, part of the 13th
Regiment, which also contains the 59th and 60th
Battalion. Any evidence that he has
landed in some sort of “Limited Service” section of the U.S. Army is quickly
dispelled as the group begin to get their first taste of Camp Barkeley and the
Officers and Sergeants of Company C. He
writes: “Last nite we had the first of
our orientation lectures. The 1st
Sgt is young man. In fact all noncoms here are. Told us what we would, could,
and would not do in no uncertain terms.
We would learn willingly or unwillingly.
He can cuss better or worse than anyone I ever heard. It really was a
little unnecessary, but I believe he is a good noncom.”
Immediately after arriving, the
group learns that their schedule will include a half day of “drilling” and a
half day of classes. They will be
exposed to all normal phases of basic training which include rifle training,
hand to hand combat, and physical conditioning that includes running obstacle
courses (the kind where one is crawling under barbed wire while machine gun
bullets fly over head). Their drilling
still needs some work, as James Neville relays in this funny story that shows
he still has a sense of humor, even in his misery: “If I felt a little better and had some mail I think I could laugh at
lots of things. I’m clumsy enough, but there is a fellow in front of me who is
never in step. I step on his heels and of course that throws the man behind me
out of step. About two hours after we started drilling he was put at end of
line. The sergeant said, “God damn, Plumleigh, get back there at the end of
this formation. And you better at least be with us when we get so and so.”
In addition to the drilling and the
classes, they can expect the normal Army pleasantries such as KP duty, guard
duty, barracks inspections, and lots of five and ten mile hikes carrying full
packs of gear. By Wednesday James
Neville is checking the Army manuals to find out what the maximum punishment is
for going AWOL. Fortunately he has
second thoughts, writing, “I learned this
morning the 3 types of court martial and decided to be a good little boy.” Misery has followed him from Camp Shelby
and brought friends.