Oct. 7, 1944

Dear Mom,

I’m still in the hospital (3 days now) wanting for something to be done with these hemorrhoids. The thought just occurred to me that along with those Jordan almonds you might include some of your famous Christmas cookies – not so much for myself but for some of the boys. I’ve been away from delicacies like that for so long I don’t miss them anymore. Some of these kids though are still young—19-20 years old and like that kind of stuff.

Guess you’ve started to do your Christmas shopping already – I can help that considerably by sending you a hundred if you want it. If you don’t need it I’d like to leave my joy ride on the books till they owe me 3 or 4 hundred and then let you keep it or spend what you need. Use your own judgement. I’m going to miss the shooting season; and snow and Christmas, and just about everything else I can think of that was always taken for granted. Wrote to Angie also and soon as I know Franks address I’ll have another correspondent. That’s the way it goes sometimes (like now) all there is to do is write. I see some weird things in the hospital and would prefer to get out of here fast. Say hello to everybody and Mollie also. Is it getting cool yet? Jesus but I wish I could get back. – oh well. Feed the cat – hang a fish on the tree from me to him will you. Keep writing.

Love,

Bun.