My father, Pvt.
Taylor, Jr. was
at Camp Reynolds
from mid-June to
During that time
he wrote home 8
the camp awaiting deployment to the ETO.
along with over
300 more can be
read on my blog.
Greg Taylor- Los
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(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
I’ve arrived in Camp Reynolds as of 8:00
P.M. last night—about 2 hours before
dark—I had spent all day in Greenville,
This camp’s not much of a place but God
knows it’s better than Crowder. They
treat us well but at best it’s still
just another army camp, a hot one at
that. I still don’t know much about what
goes here, but I don’t think I’ll be
here much over 3 weeks.
P.S. HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAD
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
Mudder and Dad,
Sorry I haven’t written but I’ve had
3 days K.P. in a row and up until
tonight I’ve gotten off after lights
out. They’re working me to death.
Wot a life. I know now I’m slated
for overseas shipment and am getting
all the newest equipment. However, I
don’t know what direction I’m going
(maybe west) (I hope not), but
anyhoo—We’re not doing anything
terrific but there’s so much of it.
My address is— (Co. “K” 4th. Regt.)
This is no letter but I just haven’t
any more time.
I’ll write a real letter tomorrow if
it kills me.
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
Mother and Dad,
The wind’s a blowin’ and the rain’s
a rainin’ and all told it’s a
“hellova” evening. Things are bad
all over though, I guess. Don’t let
the tone of that fool you though,
I’m doing pretty good ‘n well these
days. I don’t mean I’m living “the
Life of Reilly” because I’m not, but
still I’m doin’ all right—as I’ve
said before—I’m getting to be an
awful letter writer. I can’t write a
single paragraph without saying the
same thing twice.
I finally got some clean sun tans.
I’d been wearing the other set since
I left home. Ain’t that awful? On
the strength of the occasion of
getting the new duds I went to the
movies and saw “This is the Army”. I
really enjoyed it. The humor was
typically G.I. not synthetic as is
the rule with most army pictures.
going to be working even harder the
next couple of days, I suppose.
We’re losing most of our company on
shipment and they’ll only be enough
left to fill out the detail roster.
"Oi" is the word for it.
I’ve been finding out some of what’s
what around here, so here it is.
I’ll be able to send mail to you but
my letters will be censored. In
short my stuff will be even less
informative than it is now.
Example--: Dear Folks,--everything
is fine. Yesterday I went for a walk
around the barracks—how thrilling.
Well that’s all I can say now, etc.
Won’t that be nice? After we’re
alerted I may get letters to you but
Sounds like an excuse for closing
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
Here’s another letter way late, and if
it sounds pretty bad don’t blame me too
much. Everything’s been pretty blah
lately. We’re having some of the
damnedest weather I’ve ever heard of. I
suppose you already heard about our
tornado. It never came this far north
but we had some damned screwy winds.
Since then it’s been insufferably hot.
You know how it is bad here--sweat just
runs off a person in rivulets. Nobody
can sleep at night and then they work up
a hike with full field pack for
everyday. I went on one the day before
yesterday right after taking the Typhus
shot. That night I had a terrible fever
for several hours. They had to take one
guy to the hospital. God! The things we
We just got
a new load of Nazi prisoners in this
camp and we talked to a few through one
of the boys who can speak German. What
they said was very heartening. One was a
paratrooper who went into the German
Army in November (after I went). He just
turned 18 about two days ago. He fought
at Cassino and told us a great deal. He
said the reports were that the Germans
were using crack paratroopers weren’t
true and that most of them hadn’t been
in combat before. He said that his
sergeant told him at Cassino the
Americans shot in a minimum of 60,000
shells a day. He added that they were
all so frightened that they were more
than glad to surrender. Another German
artillery man said that they feared
worst of all American artillery and
infantry. The accuracy of our riflemen
seem to awe them especially. One German
infantryman said he had received only
the bare essentials of rifle
marksmanship and no training at all with
the bayonet. He said he could handle
artillery, tanks, radios, etc. but oddly
he knew nothing of the most important
work of the infantryman.
going to quite a few movies
lately—mainly to benefit from the air
conditioning. Last night I saw “Hail the
Conquering Hero” with William Demerest
and Eddie Bracken (remember them in
“Miracle of Morgan’s Creek?). I don’t
think this is as good but it is quite
the Pittsburgh Pirates came up here and
played an exhibition game with some
Youngstown club. The game of course
wasn’t much and the heat was unbearable.
However the Pirates pulled a lot of
funny routines which were pretty good.
The Pirate pitcher was the inventor of
this “Blooper ball” that was mentioned
in Life or Look a while back. It drops
almost straight down on the plate.
Hell, I don’t want to stop here. I
haven’t mentioned the convention. I’m
sure glad to see Dewey doing so well. I
think he is the only man who has a
chance. By the time you get this you’ll
probably know whether or not Warren will
run for vice- president on the ticket.
It will be hard on him to accept but I
think it’ll help the cause along. In the
army the political argument is going hot
and heavy and I believe the majority is
for Dewey. I find this especially among
the Southerners. Maybe things are
finally going our way.
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
Mudder and Dad,
If I’d written this when I intended to
you’d have it by now. On Saturday
evening I came here into the “Dayroom”
and sat down to write a note but I got
listening to the radio and so forth and
before I knew it –no letter. On Sunday I
intended to write but Jess came (I’ll
tell you more about that later). Last
night we went out on one of those screwy
bivouacs and then went another evening.
So here it is July 4 and the writing.
been the most dismal thing next to
Christmas that I ever saw. All morning
we marched in from bivouac thru little
towns etc. where people looked at us and
said, “Oh those poor boys—having to work
on the 4th. Tch! Tch!” So we tramped on.
Right now I
can hear the very good news of the day
pouring out the radio; Russians 150
miles from German soil; Jap resistance
crumbling on Saipan. We’re going forward
in France. Maybe this European conflict
is nearly over. Maybe it’s nearer over
than any of us know. I hope so anyway.
Maybe I hope too much. What gripes me is
that certain commentators try and make
it appear that every victory is due
solely to the efforts of the “Great
Man”. What is sickening, however, is the
way the boobs drink it in. At times I
despair of the future.
Well, I was
sure glad to see Jess. I found out thru
a girl she knows here in camp that she
wanted to come but I was surprised when
she came the very next day. We spent the
evening at the home of these people she
knows about 10 miles from here and I
must say I enjoyed myself.
They have a
very old house—run down and about 100
yrs. Old—along the old Erie Canal. The
canal was closed over 90 years ago but
the “ditch” is still almost
intact—surprising when one realizes that
it was dug 118 years ago.
I’d try and get a 3 day pass to go to
State College but it looks now as if
it’s no go. That’s the way it always is
in the army. Phooey on everything!
“Bless ‘em all”- Bill
Sketch here- “Me and my usual mood these
days-first thing I know I’ll get
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
I’m again going to be a student at
U.C.L.A. Yesterday I attended a lecture
at the Orientation Center here on the
post where they explained the new ‘Armed
Forces Educational Program” which I
found very promising, so today I went to
the Education Office and got the whole
dope. This is it. It’s more or less a
correspondence course worked thru the
Armed Forces Institute at Madison, Wis.
I was advised to and also decided that
my best course would be to take my
second semester of Elementary German. If
I can successfully complete that subject
I will have a year’s standing at U.C.L.A.
in both French and German. Then if next
term I devoted myself to English I would
damn near go back to U.C.L.A as a
Sophomore. The army handles all details
and supplies textbooks and lessons. The
only cost to me is the enrollment fee
(half of the original $27.00) However,
that goes to U.C.L.A. not the army. I
think it’s worth a try.
that’s all about that and it’s about all
I have to write now. I’ll try to write
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
For the last half hour I’ve been trying
to write you a letter with this pen. I
hope this time I have a little success.
It’s beginning to look as if I may be
getting out of here before very long.
There are supposed to be 2 overseas
shipments within the near future. I
don’t know exactly where but soon and I
imagine I’ll be one of them. We got some
of the lowdown from a troop-transport
commander the other day and it must be
quite a picnic. We get on the train here
fully equipped except for primary
weapons—rifles, carbines, tommy guns,
and go to P.O.E. There we get weapons,
any new equipment that may have been
introduced and a little training. As
soon as the boat (banana boat) arrives,
we are dragged with everything on our
backs to the ship, given bunk numbers,
chow numbers, and introduced to ship
routine. It’s just like a post. We get 2
meals a day and have various drills
frequently. In wherever we are going
they dump us on a train, give us some
“K” rations and send us to a reception
center where we start training all over
again just like we did when we came in
the army. How I love it! --------. If I
go to Europe I get 12 hours in New York
before going to the P.O.E.!
sent in my Education form yet but that’s
only because I haven’t got to the post
office to get a money order. While I’m
waiting for my lessons to arrive I’m
going to attend conversational classes
and try to brush up on what little
German I know.
around here is driving me screwy (nuts).
They don’t have any imagination at
all—every day is the some damn thing.
Tomorrow I’m afraid they’re sending us
out on another overnight bivouac.
Unfortunate, isn’t it? I’ll close now
before this gets gruesome.
(Camp Reynolds, Pennsylvania)
We’ve been alerted and within the next
several days we will ship. I’ve received
all new clothing including the new type
field jackets, gas masks, inside-out
shoes and so forth. Evidentially we’re
to be a part of a Class “A” shipment
which means—swish ! This I shouldn’t
just say but it’s a pretty safe bet that
we’re going to Europe since our issue is
medium heavy—just about suited to
English climate—but one can never tell.
want to know why the urgent wire for 25
smackers. You may have guessed it. I and
about half the fellows in the company
were robbed of a total of about $500.00.
There’s nothing lower in a military
society than a thief due to small wages
and inadequate means of protecting one’s
property. Our first sergeant is going to
have a shakedown arraigned, I think; and
he says we may do with him what we
please before they Court Martial him. In
the 44th Inf. Div. they nailed a thief
to a wall literally by his hands and
feet (I’m not kidding). I think we’d be
satisfied to merely break all his
fingers. (this is fairly common.) He got
over $27.00 from me as well as the
wallet and my stamps. The only hope I
have of catching up with the bast’d—is
if he’s fool enough to use those Special
Delivery stamps. I’m the only one in the
Co. who uses them regularly. However I’m
flat and with shipping and all I don’t
know when I’ll be payed.
paper I see that the Japs are murdering
our fliers again. God, I can’t
understand why we feel so obliged to
follow the International Law with the
Japs. We might as well give them the
guns with which to kill our boys. If it
were up to me I’d give ‘em some really
good doses of poison gas like their
giving the Chinese, and second, I’d blow
Tokyo—hospitals, Emperor’s Palace and
all right off the map. To hell with this
cricket stuff. I’d show them they’re
only amateur rats compared to us. The
same with the Germans who fight as long
as they can kill us without endangering
themselves, but give up when the going
gets tough. I hardly call it a victory
when a lot of Americans have to die
while Germans live to raise another
generation of “scum”.
cold is better, Mudder. I have a slight
one but it’s pretty well sweated out of
I see the
“Great Man” has with great reluctance
decided to run again. That’s like me
accepting $1,000,000 with great
reluctance. I’ll close on that sour
LETTERS FROM GEORGE
was a Pvt. from Mt. Vernon NY. He
enlisted on 12/1/1942 and he spent 6
weeks at Camp Reynolds from late
February 1944 to April 3, 1944 before
going to Europe. These are letters he
sent home during his stay at Camp
on this place- We are about 20 miles
east of Youngstown, Ohio and will be
here about two
to six weeks. They give us 36-hour
passes each weekend and 12 hour passes
every night. (The nearest town is
Sharon, a few miles away. It was little
more than two streets of small stores.
They were all oriented to soldiers-
bowling alleys, pool halls, souvenirs,
and of course lots of bars. The bars
gave away free salted nuts, chips,
pretzels and a type of dry, salted
herring that induced thirst. Then the
beer began to flow, the famous "lron
City", on tap. Vigilant and belligerent
MPs, carrying nightsticks and side arms,
were on every corner, outside every bar,
and their paddy wagon was parked
weekend 1 hope to visit the
Pittsburgh Essers if you will send
directions how to get there. I hope
you sent the $5 I requested,
meanwhile I am forced to refuse
passes, which may be my last in the
States (Our pay had been held up by
moving from Fort Belvoir) I think
this is an old C. C. C. camp, it is
very muddy and the soft coal smoke
is terrific. We passed through
Harrisburg and Pittsburgh and many
other industrial places en route. At
Pittsburgh the smoke was so thick
that I tried to pull up my window
shade and then discovered it had
been up the whole time. The ride
took 15 hours- you know the troop
trains. We switched off in Baltimore
and the next thing I knew we were in
York, Pennsylvania. From then on it
was foreign territory The terrain is
slightly hilly and the vegetation
don't have much to do; occasional
fire tending and KP are the main
worries. We can sleep to 8 and have
Saturday noon and Sundays off. The
food is very good and plentiful.
It's nothing like the hospital but
is better than the Engineer School
mess. Got typhoid shot in the
shoulder. Maybe they think our arms
are too punctured. They ask us to
censor ourselves and if l repeated
all the rumors you'd be gray, for
sure. Inside of 12 hours I've
discovered we were going to South
.America, Australia, England and
I sure feel
better after talking to you on the phone
yesterday. But there were several things
I can't discuss on the phone and one is
troop movements. However, in this case I
can tell you that we left Belvoir on
Thursday night and got here Friday
morning. Alas, we are losing our
individuality - as if I hadn't already -
and we will now be minus our engineers'
cap braid and service insignia, the
engineer castle. Can't kick about the
food - caramel and maple walnut ice
cream after ten months of either vanilla
or chocolate. And puffed rice instead of
bran and cornflakes - who's complaining?
And besides, evaporated instead of
powdered milk for our coffee.
Got up at 6
a.m. and fooled around to 9. From 9 to 2
we loaded barracks bags on trucks, then
we ate. And then we were dismissed. They
have a nasty attitude here and keep us
occupied most of the time. So, as I
returned to my company, I found that
they were packing for a ten-mile hike. I
immediately took a hike myself, to the
PX. After they left, I returned, and
here I am.
of good and plentiful food is still a
novelty. But had codfish yesterday, and
lunch today would cost a buck and a half
in the world of a civilian. We had roast
beef, mashed potatoes, butter beans,
apple and celery salad, bread, butter
and Cross and Blackwell marmalade.
Desert was sliced peaches and, of
course, coffee. Seconds for everything.
Most of my
dreams have been of home, but the other
night I dreamed about my grandmother
Schering, her face very full and pink;
it is the first time I have ever dreamed
May go to
Youngstown, Ohio, tomorrow night, it is
only 20 miles. They say the girls are
very uh, uh, uh, very passionate, there,
there's the word.
I had a
letter from Schumanns' dog, "Tufzy", and
am sending it on to Bill in Fort Ord. A
letter carne from the Essers today,
inviting me for the weekend. What a
furor the envelope caused, in huge
letters 11Esser Brothers, Costumes" and
two Roman gladiators, spears in hands.
typhoid shot today, one guy concentrated
on saying his name and serial number
backward to prepare him for the shot. It
was very funny, we had just come in from
outside and our fingers were cold. We
touched each other's shoulders with the
weekend at the Essers in Pittsburgh, got
back here at 2:30 tills morning. They
picked me up in Pittsburgh at the
servicemen's center. They were going to
hear Ezio Pinza in a concert in the
"Syrian Mosque", a theater, and had a
ticket for me. Pinza sang "PJaisir
d'amour", "Two Grenadiers", "The FJe.a"
among others and was terrific. After the
recital we stopped at a tavern and had
cheese sandwiches and beer. Meanwhile,
it started snowing like a fury. By the
time we got home it was midnight and so
they brought out hot beef and pork
Got to bed
at 2 a.m., slept to 11, then went to
church in Pittsburgh cathedral, where
Carl is the organist. After dinner we
went to Bradford Woods and spent the
afternoon there. Had supper and they
drove me back to the bus station. Slept
a]J the way and got into camp at 2:30.
They want me to come back next weekend
but I told them I'm living from day to
day here. By the way, they all walked
around barefoot, claim it is an Esser
been able to shake off this cold and now
it is bronchitis and 100 degree
temperature. So I went on sick call- but
mainly to avoid a ten-mile hike-. Within
the hour I was in the hospital. Today I
was slated for KP too. The Essers will
be concerned when I teJJ them 1 can't
come this weekend. They were worried
about my cough and suggested German
sounding remedies. Horrible things like
goose grease and mustard plasters, I
settled for cod liver oil pills, though.
Bill's 19th birthday and I wrote him. It
is also ten months of the army for me.
Sat down for an hour to try to recall
plant names, it's unbelievable what I
have forgotten in a year. Another ten
months and I'll have to learn my abc s
again. But you don't need a brain in the
army; they have alJ the questions and
all the answers. Each day, sad to say, I
am recovering, thanks to the pills and
liquids they give me and soon this
wonderful and legal goldbricking will be
over. Tomorrow something else is going
to compete with the pills and liquids
for space in my body, another typhus
they saving me for? I'll probably end up
as either a permanent KP or a latrine
attendant. Every time I think of the
Enlisted Reserve test- only 20% pass it-
I laugh a bitter laugh. And when I read
General Ulio’s "special consideration
will be given to you", I weep great
tears. See what my 130 IQ does for me?
haircut yesterday, it has been 8 112
months since the top was cut. Had a
little fun this morning. Those of us who
are ambulatory made breakfast for the
others - that is, we get it from the
kitchen and serve it. But this a.m. we
made our own and I had toast and fried
eggs. You should have seen my two eggs-
I couldn't break them "right".
We are all compelled to take a
rehabilitation course; an NYU doctor
supervises it. We do a little drill, a
little judo, dart throwing and- get
this! - clay modeling and raffia
weaving. This will interest you - we
have a sick Negro soldier in the ward.
Believe it or not, all the rebels went
en masse to the supervisor and
protested. I happened to be in the hall
at the time and heard the whole thing.
But after a heated argument they
conceded that, as they put it, "even a
nigger shouldn't be deprived of
The psychologist asked for volunteers to
test, so even I who learned never to
volunteer in the army- after all, look
what came from joining- volunteered. We
will get the results in a white~ the
test was on ten different sides of paper
blotted with ink and then folded in half
so it was identical on both sides. It is
called a "Rorsarch", or something.
pass to Youngstown, Ohio, and had such a
good time that I thought you'd like to
hear about it. After spending a couple
of hours in the YMCA, which included a
dip in their pool, I went to a sea food
restaurant and had a Maine lobster
dinner. Started off with crabmeat
cocktail and turtle soup. Then came the
lobster with French fries and com, plus
peach salad. Of course, it wasn't as
good as Maine but despite the
mid-western cooking, was pretty good.
For desert I had custard pie and coffee.
The bill was $3.25! Shades of Henry
Morgenthau, if that isn't inflation! I
figured it would be quite a while before
I have another opportunity to throw
money around, so didn't have any qualms
the bobby sock - or should I say booby
sock - brigade of Youngstown leaves
plenty to be desired. Most of these
children should be home studying or
doing something useful instead of
preying on servicemen.
leaving today by train for Camp Patrick
Henry, Newport News, Virginia, the port
of embarkation. It’s Nana's anniversary,
and I hope it will bring me good luck. I
never dreamed on April 3 1939 when she
died that I would be going off to war in
Europe five years later. I will phone
you when we reach the port but the
conversation will be censored.
PVT. E. J. THOMAS' LETTER
From Pvt. E. J. Thomas
Dear Mom & Harry Wednesday, Jun 16,
I am now in Pennsylvania, for a short
time before being sent to various
divisions or overseas. I’m letting you
know right away in case I can’t make a
phone call or send a wire. I should be
here about 3 days to 4 weeks. Average
stay is a bout 3 weeks.
My train left Fort McClellan at 10:00 am
Monday. It was a slow ride and switching
we made it to Birmingham, AL. Looking at
the map I thought I was heading west or
northwest. But the train kept going
north. We were still going directly
north until we reached Kentucky. It was
to dark to see now, but at five am, I
saw that we were going through the town
of Sanders, but couldn’t tell what
state, but by the sun could tell we were
going east. A half hour later I found
out we were still in Kentucky. There wee
Hills everywhere just as high as
Alabama. But they didn’t look the same.
They were fluffier, softer and greener.
It was easy to see Kentuck’s soil was
more rich than Alabama.
At 6:30 am we went through Cincinnati,
and this was the first big city I saw
since leaving Detroit. We crossed the
Ohio River with a good view of
Cincinnati’s skyline and very impressive
to a soldier from Alabama. We rode
through Ohio all day. I never imagined
Ohio to be so big. At 5 pm we crossed
into Pennsylvania, and went though New
Castle and Sharon.
At 6:30pm (June 15), we reached Camp
Shenango. Fort McClellan was like a well
kept city park compared to this mud
hole. Mud, loose stone sidewalk, and tar
paper covered shacks; one of which I am
writing this letter. Presently we can’t
leave our area, or phone or send a
telegram. I don’t know when I can send
Mom, I received your last letter just a
day before I left Fort McClellan. I got
a sample of your wet weather. It
thundered and rained just before getting
off the train and again in the barracks.
So Julia’s Eddie is in Wyoming in the
Quartermaster branch. I didn’t know the
army put men in this branch because of
such small defects as eyesight or
hearing. They must have more men than
they know what to do with.
I’m glad Gertie’s baby is staying in
good health. He’ll be walking by the
time I’m back. Don’t send batteries now
until I know my correct address for the
next couple of weeks.
Harry thanks for buying Sanders candy.
If you have sent it, I’ll probably get
it and enjoy it. Sanders Candy and
Desert Shop opened Jun. 17, 1875. Fred
Sanders started with one store in the
Detroit downtown area. Eventually more
stores would open and there would be
some 57 in Detroit and its suburbs. The
author remembers his boyhood years and
the delicious and famous Sanders milk
shakes. Even noted former computer
hacker, while 'on the lam', Kevin Mitnick
mentioned the tasty milkshakes that
Sanders was famous for.
When I get my next address let the
Detroit News know, but I may not renew
it. I believe I will be assigned a new
barrack here, until I get a new location
out of this camp. I may be here two
months. I’m in the same position
I was in Custer, just waiting for
With Love Ed
P.S. Just found correct address:
Co. A. 12Bn 3rd Rgt.
Shenango Personnel Replacement Depot
PVT. VERNON M. THOMAS' LETTER
CLICK HERE To read more about
Vernon's time in the service.
Pvt. Vernon M. Thomas, U.S. Army
35217225 - Company F, 14th Battalion
4th Training Regiment - ASF Replacement
You will sure get a kick out of this.
It took the lack of a 3¢ stamp to get me
at this job of letter writing. As you
know, I can write letters free and Ann
cannot, and as we are law-abiding
citizens she couldn't write the letter
and let me address it and write "Free"
on the outside.
I got in this evening at about 6:30, and
Mr. and Mrs. Sigler had us eat with them
again. We had a roast with appropriate
trimmings and enjoyed it very much.
They are sure shipping a lot of men out
of this camp, and I expect to be on
shipment any day as my original limit of
30 days, set when we arrived here, has
long since passed. However, I have
talked to fellows who have been here
more than six months.
The name of the camp was changed today;
also, the purpose has been changed a
little. It was formerly a replacement
depot for all Army personnel but now is
to be a replacement depot for the Army
Service Forces only, which doesn't mean
much as far as I can see it.
Ann wrote to my brother who is in the
Marines and also to my oldest brother
who is in the state of Washington, and I
added some to each of the two letters.
Ann says that I am like an old Ford:
"Hard to get started, but once I do
start, am hard to stop."
Am enclosing a check for $50.00 which
wish you would cash and send Ann a money
order. Remember to have it made out
"Ann Margaret Thomas," as that is the
way her driver's license reads and may
have to be used in order to get the M.O.
Well, I hope this finds you both well
and not working too hard.
Don't seem to be able to think of
anything more to write, so guess I am
As a soldier, Vernon could send letters
for free. He offered to mail one of his
wife's letters to her parents that way
as she was out of stamps but she didn't
want him to abuse the franking
privilege. So on Tuesday night,
September 21, Ann made Vernon do the
address at the camp -
Pvt. Vernon M. Thomas, U.S. Army
35217225 - Company F, 14th Battalion 4th
Training Regiment - ASF Replacement
Depot Camp Reynolds Greenville, Pa.
his wife lived in Sharon, PA. He would
take a bus at State Street to get to and
from the camp.
Finally, at the end of 1943, Vernon left
the camp to head overseas. Ann didn't know
it, but Vernon was in Norfolk, Virginia,
where on January 11 he would board a
ship that would take him to India.