I got about 12 different rides... No, that is not a good joke. Imagine if this guy actually tried to find Mom. At least she's in on the joke and can explain that Dad thinks he's funny - ha ha. It's always an exhausting adventure
The Army is absorbing me and I am beginning to accept it. Yes, I found the songs. They are swinging! Dad is one hip and groovy guy. Be forewarned he will use such language as "phooey" and "rubbish" to describe this war but it's
In fact, I don’t see why you save all those letters anyway. Yes, she is saving these letters so one day she can climb to the attic and relive the romance. Well, not exactly. She saves them in ever growing bins and finally has me sort and organize into
I shall proceed now to bawl you out. I don't know if that's gold bricking. Maybe lollygagging. He gets a pass this weekend but he will go ahead and wag a finger in this letter. Guess that means his jaw is improving. I wish I knew
All you had to do was turn around to work up a sweat. You kinda know what he's going through if you've ever had a wisdom tooth removed. Now imagine it's 1942. Ouch! I really feel for him. Many men were rejected for service
Of course as usual I am painting a very bad picture of your husband. Oh I would love to see a picture of her new haircut. She must have figured out the gas problem - damn rationing. But let's talk about wisdom teeth. Like one day you just decide
If I were a poet... A nice quite Sunday for a poet to set out some thoughts regarding guard duty at night. Regarding the crying sounds of gulls. Regarding the cold and waiting for the sun. If it's this cold in July, what is he going to do
I should have had a masterpiece worked out. Kangaroo! Not sure why his barracks has so few "fellows". It's funny how he mentions sharing his masterpiece through generations and here I am sharing with generations. And yes, she was the only one who laughed at his
You are my weather vane. While it says July 9, it has to be for July 10th so here we go. He's a good soldier. Or trying to be. I don't understand his math but it looks like the raise in soldier's pay is
We still have it easy compared with them. The last letter was Sunday July 5th so there must have been a pass because here we are at Thursday. He describes his journey back. He describes his dream but kitchen duty is doggy... Original Letter Transcript follows. Transcript - July 9, 1942
They used to call me ‘Fleety”. Reading between the lines, he left without a pass to hang out with Mom for mashed potatoes? So when you don't have a pass you can change with a typewriter, just walk back in like you own the place. He's
No letter today. But what's more patriotic than the Boston, Massachusetts Daily Globe. And bombs. Most folks in the defense industry, like Mom, are mostly working over the holiday but people with means head to the beach. Blackouts continue so it's a quiet 4th this year.
