20 November 1946

Dear Mom and Pop:

Well it is Thursday night I mean Wednesday night (boy this week sure is slow) and I’m hanging around the barracks. I just finished taking a shower, and after I write this letter I think I’ll hit the sack.

Well I can’t get off Friday after Thanksgiving, but I’ll be home for Thanksgiving anyway. I’m still going to try though to get off.

I don’t think there’s anyway of getting out of Washington. I think I’m stuck here for two years. But I’ll see you soon. All my love.

Alfred