June 26 – 45

Dear Mom,

I wanted to answer your letter along with Paul’s last night, but I was too tired. His came Sunday the 24^th – taking about 12 days, free mail, to reach me. It was a nice letter – and I was very pleased to get it. I bet he’s thrilled right down to his toes. I am beginning to wonder more and more if I will have to go to the Pacific, but after that latest radio news right now, they just told us in so many words that we’re going to China – so you figure it out – I’m tired. Besides, the announcer said 85 point men are priority three to go home, So – nuts – anyhow, I should be lucky I still alive – and I am!!

Say, I’ve told you I’m stationed right near Warrington, England – about half way between Liverpool and Manchester. They say it’s the rottenest hole in England - and I’m inclined to agree. My POE in the States – as you probably guessed – was Camp Kilmer. It’s near Newark and Brunswick, New Jersey – a mammoth Place. Boy, did the guys ever try to go AWOL to New York. But, what really got me down was the bus that went through Grenier Field, New Hampshire – with Nashua, Lowell – etc – right on it’s side. And going right through Lowell and Irvingsboro from Westover to Grenier – why the hell didn’t they just drive me up to my front door? So – as I expected – I went from Manchester to Manchester!!

Well, I’m glad to know they let Charlie Fieglestole go home. I’ll be glad to stay here to let those poor devils go home!!

If it’s been 90° around the farm – you aren’t much worse off than me – because although there usually is a breeze – it’s usually just as damp – and sometimes dirty – muggy weather.

I am glad to hear Dad is finding time to do things like going to High School class reunions. Did you and he meet and recognize many old friends? I hope so.

Please don’t forget to tell me all about what kind of success you have with that two cylinder tractor. Will it roll over rock? Well anyhow – if it will cut that wicked witch grass that a big headache out of the way. God only knows the more we can do to allow Dad to relax, the better.

How’s the flower garden coming along, now? Boy, would I ever like to lie down in a bed of roses and smell and look at them, now!! But they don’t grow roses without thorns these days, do they? Maybe you could take some pictures of the flowers and all of you and around the farm and send them over huh, please.

It really makes me happy to have you say you hope I will be coming home soon, but don’t bet any money on it.

I’ll have to sign off now. I’ll try to write again soon. Please give my love to everyone.

Be seeing you soon –

Your loving son,

Chuck