November 28 – 1944

Dear Mom,

            Well your soldier boy certainly is very, very happy tonight: My Christmas package from home came this evening. You certainly must have spent quite some time thinking what to put in the package and I am very much pleased and grateful to all of you. Tell Granny I kinda hate to eat the orange peel, I like it too much to see it disappear! I guess most of my Christmas packages have come by now. There are four in all, so I certainly have been remembered. The Stars and Stripes figured, according to the number of packages mailed that the average G.I. will get 12 packages for Christmas. So, I’ve done quite well, and November isn’t even over yet!! I have enough candy now to last for some time and I’ve been gorging like mad right along. I wish I could have a piece [of] luscious apple pie made from thouse dehydrated apples-but maybe I’ll have to find a home ovrr here. Possibly if I talkl real nice to a G.I. cook- I’ll have to try something anyhow. I’d hate to mess them up fooling around on the hut stove. Perhaps if I talked nice to one of my Red Cross girl friends, well, I’ve a couple homes over here, maybe I can have her make a pie for me. But, don’t think that “home life” isn’t expensive. It is comparatively cheap but not enough so to enable me to feel like doing it more than once a month. It is nice to get away from camp and viit my English friends, though-white sheets-nothing like my real home-but a hell of an improvement over camp.

            Something new has been added. I’ve gone on days and I think it will be regular-at least there is no indication otherwise.

            Your november 16th letter came yesterday. I’m sorry you had to wait so long for word from me, but mail was (and still is) going very slow, but I’m doing best to write regularly, because I know what it is not to hear from you.

            I’m amazed at Paul’s size in those pictures. He could probably tell me a thing or two now-no wonder the girls fall. Will write soon again

                                                                        Lovingly,

                                                                                    Chuck