England

Sept. 3, 1944

Dearest Mom & all,

Another rainy, dreary Sunday and nothing to do, so will answer your letter. Sure glad the pictures got there, it took long enough for them to get there, about two months or more, better late than never.

No, I don’t have any of my teeth broken. Guess I am getting a little on the fat side, too much beer I guess, but I only weigh 12 stones 2 lbs-which is 170 lbs. These British sure have funny ways. When you weigh it by stones there are 14 lbs to the stone, their money is counted by pounds and shillings; one pound is about $4 and a pound don’t go very far either. Sure will be glad to get back where you can count dollars and cents and live like humans.

Looks like I am going to have to wait until I get out of the Army before I can have anything done to my teeth and gums, these doctors are just in here because they have to be and don’t do any more than they have to. Don’t think any of them are dentists anyway.

Got a letter from the California gal today (Allie Mae). She talked like she might be back home before long, hope she is anyway. Also got a letter from Pillie and two more letters from Fort Worth, one from the girl I used to go with, Dorothy McDougle. The first time I have heard from her since we came over seas.

Is Pop still hauling to market in that old car? That thing is going to kill him yet, hope he gets another good pickup and keeps it.

I saw Lee Chillcutt’s picture in the paper. It sure looked like him. I didn’t know he was even in the Army, little along over here, sure hated to hear that he got killed but some of us have got to go, seems like there are quite a few Parker Co. boys going.

Well Mom I have been sitting here for about an hour trying to write this and there just isn’t anything to write so I will sign off for this time, hoping to hear again soon,

Love to all,

Marlin