Dec. 22, 1943
Dear Mom,
Nothing to do for a few moments so another letter to you. I’m doing alright and intend to try and keep
it that way if possible. Frank sent me a
card, but cards don’t mean much. It’s
letters that count.
Anything
I tell you about what goes on around here don’t repeat to anybody else,
especially the neighbors. We have lots
of studying to do to meet inspection requirements. At the time I’m behind in my washing I’ll get
it done tonight after I come back from guard duty (4 hours). The Marine Corps I’ve found out by now is the
toughest outfit of all for training.
Everybody in the barracks has got a bad cold. It’s because of crowded conditions in these
holes. One man can infect the whole
platoon and does it regularly. I have to
laugh at a guy named Treedel here from
My
hair was cut until I was almost bald but it’s starting to grow a little
bit. They make queer looking specimens
out of us here. Once in a while we get a
fairly good meal but it’s an exception to the rule. I was glad to hear you got that money wince
it helps you a little bit. And in
insurance I don’t know about, I think it’s paid only if I become a casualty
(for good). Otherwise disability
benefits are paid, don’t worry about it.
It’s worth the monthly premium to know you are protected in case. I’m beginning to appreciate home now that by
comparison I’m forced to stay away. You
can be sure that I’ll never stay away again this long unless something comes by
to make it necessary.
We’ll
have a Christmas tree in the barracks and a group to sing
carols but it don’t mean anything to me.
I won’t feel bad about not being home so that anybody can notice
it. I don’t get too chummy with most of
these guys here, they’re to much of a conglomerate
lot. A kid named Hicks from
Have
a good time Christmas and don’t wear yourself out having a big dinner for
everybody and their brother.
Call
Weiss’s and tell them Merry Christmas also Shagers,
Milers and the rest of the right people.
So far no letter from Henry, may be he’s
wrapped up with his new marital status and can’t find time. Oh well such is life these days. One thing I don’t envy him is his
commission. He’s welcome to it but by
his nature and post actions entitled to it at the same time. It would gall him to be in my place see the
difference, but I’m happy where I’m at. (very little
though)
Well
mom I’m boss of the squad that goes on guard duty today and we eat 11 o’clock
chow so I’ll have to hustle the boys out.
Everything I need I have except a few coat hangers so all’s well.
Keep
plugging along, I should be home sometime in
February. Don’t hurt yourself in anyway,
that’s the main thing.
I
found an empty beer bottle to day and we might hang it on the tree. I’m a hell of a policeman, there’s a beer in
this joint but I can’t find it so far.
I’ll get it eventually.
Say
Merry Xmas to Mollie for me too.
Good
Luck-lots of Love.
Bun.
Don’t lose that picture of Betty. Say hello to her for me will you.
Bun.