Dear Folks:
The postman rang three times tonight, and every time I hear from you I feel like answering right away so here goes. One was from Dad and one from Mom and one from Washington side. Your letters are a job to read Dad and I’ll bet even the Free Press doesn’t have as much news in four pages as you do in one. Sometimes I have to read lines twice or rearrange it, but I always come out (with) the right meaning. This week’s beer ration was in the form of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and though it’s not very cold it tastes pretty good – we get six bottles a week. I have a bottle of that liquid sunshine half gone now.
This Cannoneer’s Jive is a paper that was put out by another artillery battalion and if you will read it over carefully perhaps you can get some sort of what the GI thinks about. Most of it is about Betty Hutton which I think was far short of what I expected – her show I mean. Of course rotation is a much discussed topic among all and I think you will enjoy the humorous rambling on page 5. And I like the article ‘Then and Now’.
Undoubtedly you have read in the papers of the air raids in this neck of the woods. A lot of guys can sleep on through whatever goes on, but not me I gotta see what’s up. When the raid sounded I was stark naked except for my helmet, and I must have been a comical sight. I saw some of the planed knocked down and I don’t mind telling you I get a little uneasy. But C’est le Guerre. I’d like to tell you a little more about this but I guess I hadn’t better.
For the first time in six months we were paid and I had some money excess and no way to spend it so I thought an appropriate gift would be the money orders. I hope you will use it for your own enjoyment for that is the way I want it.
I’m afraid I haven’t much else to write about tonight and it’s getting about time for lights out so I better go, and you keep that promise of two letters a week.
Love,
