Dearest Folks:
I’ve been going pretty strong all day so I guess I can keep going long enough to write you some sort of letter. Then after I finish this I’m in for a quiet evening with some bunk fatigue. A few days ago had a letter from Dick but it was the usual dozen lines or so. I had hoped that I would be able to be near him by getting a crack at the school there but the application didn’t get through. I know he doesn’t sound too happy but I don’t think it is anything to worry about. He must still have the farm in his blood. Said he wanted to be with Gramp on their place.
Tom does have big things on his mind if he attempts to go through what he wants to do. But it would be a great thing and the ends would be worth about any sacrifice they would make. I wish I was in the position he is to do something effective about it.
Last Sunday at the GI club there was a jitterbug contest. The local wahines (wah-heen-ees), or most of them, feel pretty important dancing with the smoother of the GI wolves. What they do on the dance floor is more like organized mayhem, so I don’t venture out very often.
Of course I look forward to every issue of the Free Press and especially to what the guys in the service column are doing. I was thinking last night how far apart the ‘four’ of us are from each other. And I also spent quite a little time dwelling upon the ideas we had and all the rest of the things that came from our years of running around together.
I’ve sat here for at least fifteen minutes trying to start another paragraph but nothing seems to be forthcoming so guess I’ll have to quit. I’m fine personally but can’t get anymore meat on my ribs. Getting more workouts in the field and more of this training that fills up so many newsreels, but the office still requires quite a bit of time. The evenings are perfect and now with the restrictions lessened on lights, they are even more enjoyable. Well I guess this is ‘pau’.
Love,
