January 19th, 1944 – Wednesday, D-139
Dearest Mother –
I’ve received 2 letters from you dated Jan 5th + Dec 11th but have just got around to answering them. We’ve been having a little extra training + I haven’t been able to get around to writing. Being as everything is strictly hush-hush over here I suppose that I’ll just have to skip over what we’ve been doing. Military secret you know. So, that puts me in the same old fix with nothing much to say. Ha. I’m certainly glad that Daddy’s over with his touch of flu. Boy! That’s nothing to fool around with. We’re doing fine ourself. Haven’t had any colds myself lately and don’t mind adding don’t want any either.
You ask about this “Irish Potato Bowl” deal, Mother – well to be frank about it I didn’t even know that there was such a thing over here. Now isn’t that “ a-lick” for a solider boy? Just goes to show how that you there at ‘home’ know more about what’s going on than we do.
Irvin Berlin’s “This Is The Army” is playing in Belfast + I hope that I’ll get a chance to see it. Hear that it’s a pretty swell show.
Hate to hear that Clarence’s baby almost had pneumonia. Gee! They’ll have to have more care than that. I’m still waiting for a line from “Sherm’ I know that he’ll write. Ruthie’s “a precious darling.” I really am getting her letters in good-average. One every day. Boy! How I’m praying that this damn war ends soon.
Thanks Mother for sending me Glady’s + Henry’s address. I wrote them quite some time ago but maybe they didn’t get my letters so I’m going to try again.
I also appreciate the clippings. It’s like you say mother, they’re from the “hometown-paper,” Ha.
Well, I’m going to have to cut this letter short mother as they want “lights-out” so I’ll be back real soon. So Until then.
Your Ever Loving Son
Len