Sept 26-1943
Dear Mom & all –
How is every thing there this Sunday fine morning? I hope it
could be better here, but I doubt it could get much worse. In other words, I am
sick and tired of
I know you are worried about me, for not hearing in so long a time, but the way things have been the last three or four weeks, I haven’t had a chance to write and no one to censor the mail, the [edited for content] is scattered [edited for content] and that makes it very inconvenient all the way around.
I got the paper the other day and sure was glad to get it. It sure is good to gets news from the old home town. Got the letter from Mose, that guy can write a very encouraging letter and one that a guy away over here likes to get.
I haven’t got the cigarettes that Lucy sent yet, and may never get them, but I would like for you all to send some Camels. Keep on trying and maybe will get some of them after awhile and send some razor blades also, for I am just about out.
It is a funny or rather a strange thing to me that a man has to put in a request to his own folks for things like that. The way we have to do it now, I wonder if it will be that way after the war, having to ask and almost beg for things you really need.
As this is enough griping or as we call it in the army [edited
with content] will change to something else.
Sure hope it has rained there by now, so to cool things off if nothing
else, it hasn’t rained any here yet, but they say the rains st
Well Mom, as I have two or three more letters to write, I will close for this time and try and write at least once a week, but if you don’t hear from me every week, please don’t worry for you will know that I just didn’t have time.
With all my Love to all,
Marlin