Sept 10, 1944
Dearest Mom & all,
How is everyone this pretty Sunday? It sure is nice here today, but gets pretty cold at night. Hope it has cooled off some there.
I have been trying to write home once a week, guess I just forgot when I wrote the last one, and another thing, there isn’t a thing to write about, just the same thing all the time. When I get home I don’t aim to ever write another line.
I am ashamed to admit it Pop, but I had forgotten just when your birthday was. Knew it was around the first but had forgotten just what date, but when a person is in the army and away from home two years, you will almost forget your own name.
Mom, it is better late than never so [I] am wishing you a Happy Birthday today, just hope we can all be together when we all have another birthday. It don’t seem possible that Pop is 60 and you 53, and it doesn’t seem possible that I am 32. These years slip by fast, more especially these I have spent in the army.
Mom, you ask what I want for Christmas; I can’t think of a thing that you could buy. If you all want to send anything as you mentioned you can send some money and I wouldn’t think hard of you if you didn’t send my a thing, so send just anything you want.
I haven’t heard from the brother-in-law yet, as you said, don’t suppose he will answer. I sure would like to be there and tell him face-to-face what an ass he is and if he didn’t like it he could try and do something about it.
Will sign off this time before I pop off to much steam, hoping to hear soon.
Love to all,
Marlin