15 March 1945

Dearest Mom,

There isn’t much to write about but I think I should write to let you know that I am thinking of you and that your V-mail letter of the first of March came the other day. It is just about all the mail this soldier has had for quite some time, and that isn’t too enlightening, to say the least. But, this won’t be the first time by a long shot, and I guess your letters all are well worth waiting for, but I wish this dratted old war would end soon, and the mail would cease to be one of the first things I could think of to bitch about, especially when I try to think that it could always be much worse, and I know all too well right now that things could be very much worse.

Tennis season should be starting soon and my bike is all fixed up, so I hope to go in to play more often this year. That is, those hopes are very optimistic, because I think things are very likely to happen that will put an end to playing tennis this year.

I went in to see a stage show in town last night. You know, the kind that I very seldom see, the ones with all the girls in them, with the fancy leg work and all. Strictly the higher class stuff. It was a pleasant refresher from the regular routine on the camp and I am glad that I went in and saw it. In fact, I think I will do it more often. That seems to be one of the main types of recreation over here, because there are so many people and so little space in which to live, I guess.

I am glad to hear that Spring is coming around back home. I bet it will really be nice up on the farm this year. Gosh, if I start talking about the farm, I’ll get so homesick that I will never be able to finish this letter.

I can’t seem to think of anything else to say, right now, Mom, I’ll hang onto this before I mail it and later perhaps I can add to it before I mail it. Goodbye for now.

I know this is a terrible short letter, but there just isn’t anything else to say. You hope you all are well and going to the farm will be a successful and happy program. God bless you all.

Your loving son,

Chuck