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 I received word one day to report to top side personnel office. I couldn't imagine what this was all about. I was informed that my request for Warrant Officer while overseas had been approved more than three months ago and had just caught up with me. If I had accepted this commission, I would have been eligible for more than three months of back pay and uniform allowance, but I would be required to put in at least 90 days of additional training. As I was anxious to be discharged and knowing that in about a month I would have my required points by remaining where I was, I refused the promotion.

Camp Endicott was about twenty miles out of Providence, R. I., our liberty town. I could go out on leave most any night or week-end I desired. Not knowing anyone in town it was not very exciting there, but it was some place to go and was better than sitting in camp.

They had electric trolley buses (like street cars) running between the camp and town. Going to town one day the bus driver pulled over to the curb to pick up a passenger. Another bus behind us decided to go on past, forgetting that his overhead trolley pole was on the same line as ours, causing the fire to fly from the trolley line, and from our bus driver, also. He called the other bus driver names I had never heard of before.