Oct. 31-1994

Dear Mom,

Remember where I was about a year ago today? Just about ready to set foot on merry England. And boy was thoseV mail letters from you a God send. It seemed like the missing link or something for a very disturbingly vague place commonly becomes as home- but it seemed more like a haven of the far distant future a year ago. But as I look back on it all now, I realize I never had it so good and I have no reason to be nervous or disturbed any more. What [2] I need most now is patience and forbearing. Or, as the “G.I” saying goes all I have to do now is “sweat it out.” If I had any reason to be disturbed and uneasy when I came overseas, it was because of the anxiety, leaving home, and not knowing just what I was in for, wow what I do know it’s old stuff--- and does your Chuck want to go home now. Time’s a wastin!!

Well there isn’t any new news by me- but- certainly would like to hear from you. Then, we must write [3] to Paul. Perhaps I’ll hear from him soon. As long as he can stay in the states and have all those girls to date up and have lots of fun-I’ll say more power to him. But, if he starts thinking he’ll say “yes” when they start asking for him (most likely be more decisive for that), well anyhow “he’s had it!” then, he’ll find a different life altogether but they say there’s a war on, but I cant complain. God keep him from any action!!

[4] Well perhaps I can think of something to this later. God bless and keep yours all safe and well. Please give my love to all.

Well, here it is the next day, and I still can’t seem to think of anything more to say. Christmas will be here now before we know it wont it mom. I bet it will seem lots different without Paul and me. Well I do hope and pray I’ll be with you for 1945 Christmas. I hate to end this letter now. I guess it’s because I want you and Daddy and everyone back home, but my imagination in writing will never begin to satisfy me.

As ever your loving son, Chuck