Dearest Gee.
Received your June 29 letter today and that isn’t such good time. You had remarked in your letter on how fast my letter had got there. Sometimes they just happen to hit the right connections.
I was afraid I’d have trouble with Chick on that deal. As far as I’m concerned, I know! Also the piece in the newspaper gave it to us too so it’s all settled with me. His wasn’t the only outfit that did the same thing. Hang on to the piece in the paper, I might need it for future arguments. Lord knows we get little enough credit the way it is.
Yes, you guys form some pretty wild opinions. Mom and Dad’s idea about us always riding is a good one and I wish the government would take heed. Mildred is pretty close to the lay of the land so far but you’ll all kinda mixed up in how wars are fought anymore. Some day maybe I can straighten you all out once and for all. Then we’ll forget about the whole thing.
I don’t know where you get that “resting” stuff. There is no such name in the Army. We are always busy.
Fine thing Chick sends home the Mauldin comic book and just last night I did the same thing. Cost me three of those valuable three cent stamps too. Maybe you’d better send me some stamps so I can use these envelopes. I’m about out of stamps now.
Boy, I’m sure tired tonight. Had a hard day and have been having hard days. Kelly came over to my mansion last night and talked and ate peanuts until eleven-thirty. Consequently, I lost a couple hours sleep. It really is swell sleeping here of a night. How does it feel to sleep in a house? And in a bed, too! Reckon I’ll have to learn all over again.
Say, how much does film cost now. Guy wanted to sell me some for sixty cents a roll. Is that too much? Sure sounds like it to me. Boy, I sure got a laugh the other day. Douglass has sent for a camera and his wife told him he’d better send the film to her to be developed as she could get a better job done than he probably could! Sure shows what kind of an idea she has about the war.
I got to write Erv another letter tonight. Gotta show him this fancy stationary among other things. The fates are against us seeing each other. I suppose by the time I get around to where I could possibly see him, he’ll have been sent home on rotation. No, nothing like that could happen to the Barbers. That rotation is too far away to even think about. I’m sweating out the end of the war before that.
How is your cold coming along? Hope it’s much better by now. You take care of yourself. Your letters sound like you’re going to pieces.
I cut this piece out of Reader’s Digest. Got the July issue yesterday. Nothing like seeing you’re old home town’s name in print.
Will have to stop now. Sure love you and miss you. Hope I see you soon.
So long now.
Snook
Letters From Snook 