Sunday Evening
July 9, 1944

My Dearest;

It sure is lonesome without Amelia; she went to her new home early this afternoon. She has promised to come over and see me some weekend, whenever she can. I really wanted to live with her, too!

Remember last week I mentioned I’d tell you about Dave? He has been in the army for over one month, now, and is at Camp Wolters, Texas. You should have his address by now and please write to him and give him some helpful hints! He’s so young and quiet, and such a nice kid. Now, I don’t want you to think that I resent him being drafted; on the contrary, it may help him to find what he wants in life. Of course he’s no better than any other girl’s brother, but there are certain circumstances surrounding him that make his going away alarming. He has never liked school—why, I just don’t know. He’s certainly not dumb, but he’s never liked any academic pursuit. I feel that he’s handicapped by not having more high school work than he has—about 1 year. It seems to me that it’s difficult to get very far especially when competing with better trained fellows. As soon as this war is over, the same old restrictions are going to be prominent, and even more so. I don’t believe that I’m making myself very clear, but maybe you’ll understand what I mean. Dave’s education is not being interrupted by this war- Mother said that he refused to go back to school.

Bye and Love, Berna Lou