Document <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><?xml-model href="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/zeller/refs/heads/main/out/zeller.rng" type="application/xml" schematypens="http://relaxng.org/ns/structure/1.0"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" href="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/zeller/refs/heads/main/zeller.css"?><TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"> <teiHeader> <fileDesc> <titleStmt> <title>Zeller letter 1942-11-12</title> <author>John Zeller</author> <respStmt> <persName>Susan Falciani Maldonado</persName> <resp>University Archivist and Director of Special Collections</resp> </respStmt> <respStmt> <persName>Diane Jakacki</persName> <resp>Digital Scholarship Coordinator</resp> </respStmt> </titleStmt> <publicationStmt> <distributor>Special Collections/University Archives, Bertrand Library</distributor> <authority>Bucknell University</authority> <address> <addrLine>Lewisburg</addrLine> <addrLine>Pennsylvania</addrLine> </address> </publicationStmt> <sourceDesc> <p>John F. Zeller Papers</p> </sourceDesc> </fileDesc> <xenoData><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rdfs="http://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#" xmlns:as="http://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#" xmlns:cwrc="http://sparql.cwrc.ca/ontologies/cwrc#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:foaf="http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/" xmlns:geo="http://www.geonames.org/ontology#" xmlns:oa="http://www.w3.org/ns/oa#" xmlns:schema="http://schema.org/" xmlns:xsd="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#" xmlns:fabio="https://purl.org/spar/fabio#" xmlns:bf="http://www.openlinksw.com/schemas/bif#" xmlns:cito="https://sparontologies.github.io/cito/current/cito.html#" xmlns:org="http://www.w3.org/ns/org#"/></xenoData></teiHeader> <text> <body> <div> <opener> <dateline> D-8-3 FARC<lb/> <date>Nov. 12, 1942</date> </dateline> <salute>Dear Grandma - Aunt Stella - & Uncle Elmer--</salute> </opener> <p> I'm writing early this week because this week-end is bound to be crowded. Mother & Dad arrive sometime tonight -- but of course I shan't see them until sometime tomorrow afternoon. So I want to get correspondence out of the way. </p> <p> But the week-end is going to be particularly bad because -- good news -- I start to Center School Saturday and there will be a big assignment for Monday. I wasn't scheduled to start and I had expected two or three weeks of K.P. and dirty work before I actually got there. But one of the fellows whose name comes in the beginning of the alphabet had a bit tough luck with his teeth -- and has to wait until the dentists fix him up before he goes to school. Evidently they picked his substitute from the end of the alphabet -- for I got the call. At any rate -- I'm on my way toward that commission. </p> <p> It will be a great relief to be rid of the dirty work the ordinary private must do -- picking up snipes dropped by thoughtless officers, washing dishes, handling garbage, scrubbing the latrine, shoveling coal, walking guard in all kinds of weather. But it has been a real experience and good training. Now that it is behind me -- for good, I hope, -- I 'm glad I had the 10 weeks here. </p> <p> My letters will undoubtedly be brief from now on, for the classes are really tough, but I'll try to write or drop a card now & then. </p> <closer> <salute>Yours,</salute><lb/> <signed>John</signed> </closer> </div> </body> </text> </TEI>