Dec.  3, 1944

Philippines

 Dearest Mother an Dad,

             Last night I got 44 letters, all at once.  How about that!  You can tell how long we have been with out mail over here.  I was very happy last night when I went to bed.  I read them all before I hit the sack.  Of course, I can’t answer them all but I can tell you how much I appreciate them.  I had letters from Barbara, Jack Armstrong, Mrs. Hagar, Thelma and Beth Conley, a girl I told you about in Sydney.  I hope I don’t have to wait so long next time for my mail.

             Capt. Parsons is going home pretty soon so that leaves Frost and I.  I have been told that they want me to take over the squadron after Major Dunham leaves and get my Majority, but I will turn it down if I have the opportunity.  It would be a wonder chance but I have been over here too long as it is and I am very homesick.  I beg to go home every day so maybe in January or February  I’ll see dear ol’ Sweetwater.

             I am getting along fine but I am very tired.  However, when I do get home I won’t have to come back.  Thank God!

             I know you are plenty worried about me but please realize that this is war and that it is plenty tough.  I would say it is as tough here as it is in Europe.  You have no idea what we go thru.  I am not crying about it.  I can take my share but, boy, what does go on at times.  We are still boss around here but they sure like to test our strength..  By the way, I knocked hell out of some the other day and you might have heard about it.  I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.

             Well, Mom, I got to get ready to eat chow so bye for the present.  Don’t worry about me but you can send a few prayers my way.

                       Give my regards to all my friends and here’s hoping I get home soon.

                                                                                                 Love,

                                                                                                 Son

 

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