Luarry Camps, Ahway, Iran

September 12, 1944

Dearest Mom,

I am forgoing one of my usual afternoon siestas and am now comfortably seated in an air conditioned room at the Radio Station. The heat has become a bit too much for me during these past few days in the barracks. I believe I shall gain much more by keeping cool than by sleeping in a miserable sweat.

Lately we have been very fortunate in having oranges and lemons and eggs shipped in from the States. There was a time last year when we had oranges from Palestine but they didn’t in any way compare to these. Fresh meat is another and the major item that has been coming through quite regularly. Another source of fresh food has been the Karoun River where a number of fellows have gone fishing with considerable success. I would have liked to have gone with them on their trips, but the trips have always been arranged for Sunday mornings: and Mass has always been and always will be my first concern.

The production “This is the Army” is coming to camp within the next few weeks. Even now the outdoor stage of the theater is being enlarged and last night I noticed some fellows working on what appears to be an orchestra pit which is quite an undertaking because the spot where the digging is going on is solid rocks.

Do you ever see anything about Iran in the papers at all? If you do, I’d appreciate having the clippings. Up until about two weeks ago I had been receiving the other clippings quite regularly but since then I haven’t received any of them. Something must be holding up the mail again.

I seem to have run out of things to say so I shall say good bye for now.

God bless you, Mom,

Joe