Well, honey. I received a flock more mail today. Got that de lovely Valentine (yes, it was a little late!). How many of those did you send me? I distinctly remember of getting a card before this from you. Also got two v-mails fro you dated Feb. 3, and 9. Then I got three more packages of funny books and papers from you. I got two the other day too. Sho’ thank you kindly. They really go for them around here. Them were mighty sweet sentiments on that card too. Sure sorry I couldn’t send one to you and the rest. I got two letters and a v-mail from Mom that sure helped and a letter from Coe – rather a v-mail I mean. Coe sure has been good about writing. Wish you’d call her and tell her that I said thanks and to keep on writing and explain to her that I just can’t write anymore than to you and Mom at the present. In Mom’s letter she sent a map and had it all marked so I gather you arm-chair strategists had it all figured out. How do you arrive at all those conclusions? The only bad mistake you’ve made so far is the one where you think I’m in that picture. It’s a shame you went to all that trouble. Mom says she even bought a frame for it. That’s something that doesn’t happen very often. I saw the Jan. 3 (I believe it was) Life magazine. They have some pretty good sketches by some artist on the fighting in Italy. I suppose there are more but that’s the only magazine I’ve seen in munts and munts and muntz. Now that we are on this Anzio-Nettuno beachhead I can at least let my other foot down even with the other one. That’s a relief in Italy. So far I guess everything is pretty much under control. We never have a dull moment. Hoffman (you remember him from the Vermont Hotel bar room) has a T/5 rating now and believe it or not he’s a right arm to me. Really doing a swell job so far. Hope it continues. Also have a corporal by the name of Holtorf and one by the name of Perry who are all good squad leaders.
So you’ve taken up bourbon and 7-Up now! I use to gather in a fifth of that pretty regular back in the States if I remember rightly. Mighty tasty but I’ll still take Coke for a runner-up. Glad you and Hilah and all had such a good time. Sho wish I could have inhaled some with you. I’m strictly on the water wagon over here. Don’t think my stomach would stand any of these concoctions. It’s not a very good place to get a hooker on anyway.
It’s too bad about the Miebach kid and his wife. Wonder what the hell happened anyway? Still think I’m a pretty good picker! Now, don’t let me down.
Guess I’m about out of conversation. You’ll have to send a re-broadcast of this to the folks as I can’t even afford two letters today. Tomorrow maybe.
Sure thank you for the funny books. I read the book finally about “The Bigger They Come”. It was really good only, who killed him? If you’ve got the time, money, and inclination I sure would like some candy bars. Can you fix me up?
Sure love you and miss you. Hope I can see you soon.
So long now.
Snook frequently mentions loving funny books, steak, and candy bars – favorites that continued throughout his life. He passed his love of “the funnies” along to his son, my father, who himself kept funny books piled on his nightstand (I recall lots of Calvin & Hobbes, Garfield, and Archie), and would save the color Sunday comic pages to use as extra-cheerful wrapping paper. Appreciation for cartoons is an enduring Barber family trait.