Dear Folks:
It’s a very hot and sultry afternoon – almost too hot to work so I’ll write you a short letter. The past three days mail has been coming in by the armload and each day I’ve received no less than eight, and each one is a great morale booster. You are certainly doing a great job of writing. And the clippings always add to them. I can’t understand either why Dick hasn’t received mail but sometimes events will delay it. I’m going to write him today. No more boxes have arrived but they’ll be along. I wish you could see this place so you could appreciate more just how tough it is to clean out the Japs. And when it rains it’s really miserable. The Filipinos stream along the roads getting out of the way and packing what they can (carry) with them. They are a pretty sorry looking lot but I guess civil affairs will soon give some relief. Often at our mess lines they will (collect) garbage in old cases.
Recently I was in an operation on one of the Philippine Islands that you are reading about and I was glad when it was over. I was on an unloading detail. Saw enough Jap planes to last for a long time.
I’m afraid you are worrying considerably about me – more than you should. I’m afraid it will make you nervous and upset. I wish for your sake I could see you and make you feel better. I’m sure I’m quite the same and every bit as healthy and I’m hoping in 1945 I can prove it to you.
No, I can’t remember Dr. Fargubar, he moved out before I knew him very long. I understand he quit doctoring.
Conditions here are not bad – the rations are okeh and I have a cot to sleep on. And with no lights I get plenty of sleep.
Had Christmas cards from Edna, Emicks, Staffords, Peters and some others.
I’ll write again soon and don’t worry unduly.
Love,
