May 28, 1944
This is the 3rd day with no mail from home. In fact there was only about a dozen for the entire company.
Had half a day off coming to me so went in town all yesterday with Al. He’s hoping to do some shopping in the market but was unable to do so as most of the shopkeepers closed at noon. Thus we had a whole afternoon and evening to waste. He went to a show at 6 P.M. after eating early and after the show spent the rest of the evening indulging in one Tom Collins after another. That is one way to waste time but very expensive here. However in the place where we go there is a pretty good hand and we sat right at the edge of the dance floor watching the dances and listening to the music. I usually spend most of my time there when in town but it has one great disadvantage. I get so damned lonesome for you and home. Makes me remember the wonderful times you and I used to have and similar places in the states. Geesh but they are painful memories. Hell Hon, we have all that coming to us and when the time comes I know personally I shall be more appreciative.
Frank was talking me about Pauline going to the Red Cross concerning him after not hearing from him for so long. Their answer was that they did not have him on their monthly casualty list. Small consolation I’d call that. One of the other boys received notification of his wife’s giving birth. In ending the letter the Red Cross man said that he was glad to have been of some help in the matter. Sounds suspicious, doesn’t it darling? They had, receiving the notification, emphatically declared he did not want any help in the matter like that. Besides he had received a letter from his wife delivered days before Frank telling him of the happy occasion. Hope mom got better answers from them if she went ahead and contacted them.
Wrote a letter to the U.B. drawing room gang today in answer to the “sound the room” letter they sent me. Dial and I’ll tell you about it. Had paragraphs written by some that must have been new because I didn’t know them. I typed the letter as it wouldn’t do to let them all how bad my handwriting had become. They might take me back.
Also wrote or rather typed a V-Mail to Dad Goodwin. It is just impossible to write anymore. I still owe Aunt Pearl, Ruby, Herm and Arthur a letter.
Hell Sweetheart I’m going to try to write one of them now. Gosh how I’m perspiring. I’m soaked.
All my love Darling,