June 21, 1944

Darling

I love you!!!! I guess that is a good enough way to start a letter. Settle the important things first and the minor next.

This next paragraph will probably bring a chuckle to your well remembered lips. Your old man is back to living in tents again and believe me How he doesn’t like it one iota. The monsoons have arrived or rather I guess we went to them and the camp is one muddy, sloughy hole.

They are 4 man tents and at least one can stand up in them. We also have a light in them but that attracts so many insects it is almost impossible to stay in one with the light on. The area is filled with jackals who clamor and yap all nite long. The two-legged jackals that I believe I have mentioned before are as yet clamoring nite and day. That situation despite all my efforts doesn’t seem to improve. Ok now that I have started to sing this tale of woe I think I should add that the food if possible is worse as it is mostly canned. That last should please St. Marshall who along with being mess officer is also now the unit censor. I don’t like my job as well either.

The Capt. Informed me my job was that of General Manager around here so have Dad tell Jack Hiseman that when I come back he can retire because with the experience I’ve had I could easily fill his shoes in the same line. His outfit may be larger but no less important. (if the censor makes any remarks, ignore them) he’s just jealous). All kidding aside though Darling I hate this place and the set-up.

Hell enough griping for now as no doubt more will follow in the ensuing letters. (Cutting a little time off work this morn as the bugs finally drove me out last nite.)

Haven’t had any mail for quite a while as it is slow reaching us out here in the wilderness. However I have all your old letters to peruse and they are a great comfort.

Have been thinking more and more about our future home and one of these days intend to devote a whole letter on the subject. W here would you like to build it? Have been thinking of [Schenectady] or somewhere on the South Shore but the North Shore would do, as well as if you so desire. Let’s have lots of ideas Darling. You know your old man always depends on his wife’s judgement.

All for now Hon.

All my love

Warren