23 Nov. 1994
My Darling,
Hell Sweetheart I have just finished a delicious Thanksgiving repast. Roast buzzard of I beg your pardon, roast Indian chicken, canned beans, canned corn, cranberry sauce, canned peaches, bread and water. Never let it be said the dear old army doesn’t observe all the familiar traditions. Wait a minute though, believe I read a lot of damn propaganda in all the papers about every single man in the armed forced eating turkey on Thanksgiving. Probably just a typographical error. Those things do happen I suppose.
To be truthful we didn’t even know today was to be the holiday until our headquarters called us up yesterday afternoon late and told us so. Just so happened that there were some chickens on hand. Hell although I sound sarcastic as the devil it really doesn’t make any difference when we observe the day as what we eat as none of our holidays have any meaning over here. We do have half a day off though and I’m attempting to catch up on my correspondence. I realize I’ve fallen way behind but I just don’t feel like writing anymore.
Don’t ever forget though Hon that I do love you and always shall. The most important thing I have to give thanks for on this appropriate day is the fact that I have you. In fact every day is appropriate to give thanks for that reason.
Received
the book on houses that
My second choice was #1111. We could make a den out of that downstairs bedroom. I don’t like bedrooms on the ground floor.
However
every home shown was typical
There is a truck due in soon with mail and a film. Hope I hear from you.
All my love,