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