May 4, 1945

Dear Mom,

Your April 20 V Mail came the other day. I hope you are fairly well settled by now. Probably all your friends are coming up to see you quite often now. Gosh, but I wish I could be there – just to be able to dash out and get a bucket or two of water. Remember how I used to sprint out to the end of the walk from the kitchen just to see if I could reach the end before the door slammed to. I take all that excess energy out on the boxes in the hangar – or jumping over G.I. cans or riding my bike. I hope I can find a war-sized balloon-tire American bike to have on the farm when I come home. I think about all we’re going to [do] when I come home more and more each day. And I keep hoping and praying that I can be able to do more than just think about it “p.d.q.”

I am very pleased and glad that you have gotten some flowers and plants for planting around the farm. Please describe how it is going to look, won’t you, Mom? I bet it is really going to look pretty beautiful. Where are you going to put the radio-phono? And, where in the world will you ever find rooms to put all the records? We should really have quite a library by now.

Well, it’s getting bed-time. And, I can hardly think of anything else to say. So, I’ll have to sign off now. I think of you all constantly. Please give my love to all.

I’ll try to write again soon.

Your loving son,

Chuck