Oct. 26, 1945

Dear Mom,

Your Oct. 20 letter came this afternoon. I felt extremely lucky and pleased today because I rode every bike back and forth across the airfield twice in a raging mad wind and rain storm and was completely hurried up at this darn old country. But, my mood changed very suddenly when I found two letters from Barbie and one from you waiting for me. There is very little work to do around here now – and time goes slow. And, when the 60-80 pointers finally leave for home – it’ll leave about 2, 3, or 4 months that won’t go too fast for the 50-60 fellows to wait; I have 5? And that’s the time when I really appreciate letters from home more than ever.

I guess you and dad are getting your share of excitement with the coon hunter. I don’t blame you for getting a little hot about it.

Thanks for the telephone number but don’t jump to attention for my sake until about 3 or 4 more months. Actually that is a short time when you think that we have waited 24 months already. But I assure you, it seems long enough right now. O.K. well one of these days it’ll all be in the dead pass and we can forget the whole war and all its ordeals. I’ll probably have so much to do when I come home that I won’t even have time to remember all this. Gosh I really hope that will be true. Time will tell!!

I can well imagine why you said so empathetically. Of course you are supposed to match the perfume scent to the type of girl. In other words, get the kind she likes to wear, and Barbie likes honeysuckle, and I like it on her, too. But, I don’t ever know what scent that Paris perfume was. One of my buddies brought a battle back from the continent and I brought it and sent it and there was no choice to it.

That heater Dad made must be very clever, be glad to come home to my new deluxe home. And that’s not the half of it.

Please give everyone my regards and love. Hope Peril gets home.

Your loving son,

Chuck