Aug. 26, 1944

My Darling,

Hell your old man’s gone and done it again. Caught himself another cold and a good one at that. Along with a damned sore throat. Guess it is the change in weather. One day it is chilly, damp and rainy the next hot and muggy. The tent leaking so badly and my having to sleep in a west bunk doesn’t help any either. Hoping for a little sun soon so I can dig out my bedding. The odor of it all due to its being wet is another obnoxious item. The cotton or whatever they use to stuff these pillows and mattresses here always smell bad. As I mentioned to Mom, I often think of the clean, dry bed at home, made up with cool crisp sheets and soft blankets. Everything was neat and freshly laundered or cleansed. Perhaps it seems funny, my mentioning sleeping facilities so often but that is an important item to me as there is little else to do but sleep after I finish my letter writing.

Played 3 games of pinocle last nite. Haven’t done that for a long time. However it was one of my all too frequent “blue nites” and playing cards helped a lot. Lost all 3 games though which wasn’t so good.

We had a mail call yesterday after I finished your letter and altho there wasn’t much mail I receiver 10 letters. 6 from you Hon 1 from Gram and the rest from Mom. Evidently after I had gone to bed last nite another truck came in as when I sat down at my desk this morning I found another letter from you laying there. That was a pleasant surprise, I adore you Darling. Your letters are so well written it is almost like having you talk to me in person, when I read one of your letters. Again I say I love you and am ever so grateful for the way you stand by me.

Seems like everybody from home wants me to send them a souvenir from India. Would be useless to repeat to them that I am unable to purchase anything where I am now. Guess I’ll have to make that rotten trip when I can get away and try to satisfy them. I certainly hate to though. People are hard to make out sometimes! Guess they think this is a grand vacation over here, where you can come and go as you please and enjoy all the luxuries they are wallowing in and taking for granted back in the states.

Gram’s letter was about the same but she said something that disgusted me. Perhaps it was unintentional or said jokingly however I didn’t like it. Don’t feel a hell of a lot like joking anymore! She said quote, “I hope I live to see you once more.” Very very encouraging! That’s the damnedest thing anyone ever wrote to me. I had better quit before I say a few more things I would be sorry for. Thank God I have you.

All my love - Warren