Dearest Gee.
Certainly have been lagging behind on my letter writing. Got your nice airmail of the 29th, a v-mail from Harry, one from Coe, and one from Erv, and four packages of funnies from you, and last but not least the other packages you sent containing writing paper (which I needed bad) the pipe cleaners, envelopes, and funny paper. Sho thank ye kindly, my sweet.
Don’t understand you not getting my letter of thanks for your pictures. Maybe it got lost in the shuffle. I sho’ did get it, and think it’s the best one you’ve ever had taken. It’s a shame the kind of treatment it has to got through but where I go so goes the picture. I showed it to Chick and he said he’d probably get one. It does kinda look like Esther a little at that the more you look at it.
Had a wonderful dream about you last night but we won’t go into that any farther. First time I’ve dreamed of home in quite awhile. Most of them are the regular G.I. kind.
So Es and Harry came down again! By the looks of his v-mail to me it appears as tho he “worked” on that typewriter again and lost another part. Either that or he’s rusty on his typing. I like the letter tho.
Chick is okay although I haven’t been able to see him. I’ve been wondering from the round of Erv’s letters if they plan on doing any moving. He sure keeps talking wrong on that Camp Northwoods vacation after this is over. Guess he’s definitely got it all settled that he’s going traveling after the war.
The war news sounds encouraging at this end. Doug says his wife read a article in one of the New York papers about this outfit. Don’t our papers ever carry anything or are they still fighting the battle of Naples? Sorry about the rodeo deal but so help me I ain’t in there. The picture looked like it had some of our fellows in it tho. You seem to be on the right track as far as the articles you’ve found. Especially in the Stars & Stripes. We really had the comic side as well as the serious side while there. I hated that about Wally Saathoff but you have to get used to it. Somehow I don’t seem to be able to do that very well.
I got to see Irving Berlin in person and his stage show “This is the Army” at the opera house in Rome. It sure was good. Berlin sang his old song “Oh, how I hate to get up in the Morning” and “White Christmas” and a new one about the Fifth Army. I’ll see if I can send you the program. The skit about the furlough was sure good. The G.I. came home and found out his wife was a looey [lieutenant] with the Waacs. He only had a four hour pass and she kept telling him it wasn’t right for officers to fraternize with enlisted men. By the time he inveigled her to “fraternize” the pass was up and an M.P. came along and took him in. Took a few snapshots with the camera while wandering around. Haven’t used a roll yet.
I’m anxious for you to get your souvenirs and see whether you like them or not.
I’m about run out of conversation now so guess this will have to be the bitter end. I’m getting along okay at present. Sure miss you an awful lot. Save up a little of that red eye for me. Who knows this thing might be her in a year or two. Sure love you. Be good.
So long.
Snook
Letters From Snook 