Tuesday Night

March 21, 1944

 

 

Dear Folks,

            Today I received two v-mail letters from you, one dated 9th and the other on the 10th –one from Ma and the other from Helen. Thank Aunt Nell, Cynilla and Eileen for writing to me- I got a kick out of hearing from them.

            In reply to that question ma asked me- I wasn’t sick at all. I can’t remember the last time I was sick- it was so long ago. Don’t ever worry about my health-I’m a healthy “son-of-a-gun”.

            The news about Tom was a great thrill for me. I kinda look up to that big brother of mine- I’ve always admired him and tried to live up to his good example. Being chosen squad leader with 3 majors and 3 captains under him is a real honor. I wish I could have been there to shake his hand and congratulation him. But I’ll have to write him and tell him that way.

            It was nice that Tom got home on Ma’s birthday. That made it twice as nice for her, seeing Tom on her birthday and learning of his new honor. Business prevented me from seeing you this year Ma, but I’ll try to make it on your next birthday. Did you get the birthday card I had Dad send to you?

            I am glad you are sending some candy to me- the 8oz box of caramels from Weida’s arrived a few days ago and tasted swell. English candy doesn’t compare in any ways with the American product in my opinion- so I am always glad to get any you can send me.

            I am in town at a Red Cross club tonight and will take in the dance later on.

           

3/22/44

            I didn’t finish the letter on Tuesday night so I will continue on with it tonight. I’ll make it two day letters in one. This afternoon I got a letter from Dad sent on the 10th-regular mail that was. In it Dad mentioned about Tom being home for Ma’s birthday and about him being made squad leader. You were right Dad, I am very proud of Tom- I can continuously look up to him and try to follow his good example.

            I was just over to the N.A.A.F.I. and had my coffee and cakes. It is a bit chilly tonight and it looks like it might rain. I’m going to bed down early tonight and catch up on some sleep.

            Did you get the letter in which I mentioned having a date with Simpson in London on the 27th? Well I will not be able to keep the date as I will be working on that date. Duty comes before pleasure and so I’ll have to put off seeing my old pal for a few more weeks. I am a little disappointed of course but I am sure we will get together in a few weeks.

            In my issue of “Stars and Stripes” today theme is a little piece about a bus falling in the Passaic River. I hope there isn’t anyone I know involved in the accident. The article says the bus fell in the river during a sleet storm.

            Tell Helen that the watch is still going strong and keeps very good time. Aside from the little metal clip that is missing from the strap it is still in perfect shape. I have some wire wrapped around it so it is on securely and won’t fall off. If you could get one of those metal clips or bars I would appreciate it though.

            I will drop Grandma a line soon and congratulate her on her birthday. I didn’t know about it or I would have sent a card to her. I’m no good at remembering dates, I’m afraid.

            Since I last wrote you I haven’t received any more Saturday Evening Post’s. Over here the mail comes all at once- then there isn’t any for a few days. So I’ll most likely get a few weeks magazines all at once.

            Tomorrow I should be hearing from Simpson of Charlie once more. They are my boys over here and we keep in close touch with each other.

            I hope there is some more good news from Tom and he gets a good location. Finishing up so well at school he should get fired up pretty well. I’ll hope for the best.

            Well now I’m going to bed. I’m still feeling fine and healthy as a pup. Hope all of you are feeling the same.

                                                                                                            Love,

                                                                                                                  Joe