Dear Folks:
While I’m killing time until chow I might as well be writing you a paragraph or two. Yesterday was riding around in a jeep in town on various errands and tried to find something suitable for you but the stocks are so limited and with the short time I had came, back empty handed. Hope I get a pass soon. Listened to the third game of the World Series this morning—still pulling for the Yanks. We have a day room, or a blackout tent, now that gives some diversion after hours, stocked with Red Cross books and magazines. That reminds me don’t forget the Free Press. Read the one in the box. I’m fine and not in the least worried or downhearted. Don’t get that way. It isn’t all agreeable but then should it be?
Love,
