Sept. 29, 1944
Somewhere
Dearest Mother, Dad, & Velma;
I am here alone in the tent so I figure I’ll dash you off a letter. Everyone has gone to the picture show but I have already seen it so there is no use for me to go.
We haven’t started operating as yet and we are using the time to fix up our camp area and tents. This makes the fifth time I have done this so I should be an expert on such things. I broke a tube on my radio so there is no telling when I’ll get it fixed. Surely do miss it, too. We have a loud speaker system that gives all the latest news and popular music and that helps a plenty. By the way, we’ll be passing over Harry Whitten’s place quite often now. I wish I could see him. I may have the opportunity. If I can get a plane, I’ll run over to see him.
Had a nice letter from Jack Armstrong. He writes once a week and I surely like to hear from him. He sends me clippings from the Dallas News.
I went over to David Crockett’s a while ago for a short visit and I hope to see “Red” Reynolds, another Harvester lad, tomorrow. David is going to develop some rolls of films I had. If they turn out O.K. they will be very good. Should have them back in a couple of days.
I haven’t had a bath in two days now because our showers aren’t ready. With all this heat and rain you can imagine how I smell.
I don’t have any news, Mom, except that I miss you and Dad very much and I can hardly wait until my time to go home. Pray that it won’t be very long.
Write me when you can. I look forward to your letters because they mean everything to me. I hope this letter finds you well and happy.
Your loving son,
Otto Jr.