Dear Folks:

Had a letter from Mom today telling me about your Denver visit.  Quite a bit different than when we went as a whole family and had the car loaded down with everything.  I sure hope you had a good time.  I know Dan Gettman had been sent to the hospital and was later evacuated but I didn’t know he was at Fitzsimmons.  He got deaf from the guns.  I wished you could have met him – he would have told you a lot about Okinawa and how I was.  He used to take a leg off me, but I usually liked to listen.

I’ll bet the corn and watermelon are ripe at home.  A National Geographic magazine found its way into our tent and it had an article about Nebraska with pictures of Scottsbluff and the Valley.  It really got my interest.

It looks like I will be on my way [home] very soon although I can’t say for sure just when.  These last days seem very long.  How I would like to fly back, but I suppose it will be by boat.

I suppose Phil is on the high seas somewhere and I can imagine Carol is anxious but she shouldn’t be worried.  One of the guys in my tent had a wedding anniversary a few days ago.  Married six years and been home only two years to celebrate them.  We drank a beer to commemorate it.  Glad to hear Nancy was going to Denver.  Yes, I can hear all the giggling that must have went on.

Bill E. told me in a letter of his [illegible] when he was overseas that someday he was going to marry Helen Wood – so I guess he will.  Starting from scratch I think I better snatch a young co-ed at Lincoln.

And don’t bother with any Christmas boxes.  I hope to eat apples on Halloween night with you or see the sugar mills begin their fall run.

When I get back I don’t want to see many people, just stick around the house and be a lazy bum.  But I probably won’t for long.  You don’t know the wonderful change it will be.

Of course the Japanese radio sounds much different than it did before.  Begging the people to be fixing and build for a greater Japan.  I could go to Japan if I wanted to but I just couldn’t do anything to keep me away from home any longer.

My last couple of letters probably sounded like I was a little peeved but it’s because everyday seems so long until I get started back.  Don’t forget if you don’t hear from me for a week don’t write any longer.  Also advise Reader’s Digest of my old and civilian address.

Love,