Well, honey, it looks like one of the days of all days arrived anyway, didn’t it? I sure am thankful to have pulled through this far at least without too much injury. Guess the V Day must have been a flop since it was such a long drawn out affair. Don’t start expecting me home tomorrow or the day after either. I only wish I knew when I would be home. If I knew the date it would be something to look forward to. I’m sure thankful that Chick came through okay too. That kid ought to get to come home by all means.
Honey, I got your nice box of two Coca Cola and some candy bars on the seventh. I still had some whiskey left so we had a couple snorts. It sure tasted good and that’s for sure. I’ve been getting a lot of mail and packages lately but haven’t been able to write the last few days. Today I got three letters, one from you of April 19, one from Mom and one from Erv.
I kinda figured Dad would get a kick out of that rifle. You say the postman had to open the package? It’s a good thing I didn’t throw any ammo in it then. How’s come he doesn’t snoop in the other packages I sent home? Or does he? I used a good undershirt on that gun. Wanted to wrap it in something. I was going to send a Jerry rifle too but I guess you have enough junk laying around the house, don’t you? I expect Dad got quite a few free ones on the strength of that rifle, huh?
Yes, I guess we’ll all miss Ernie Pyle but then he is just one of a few more thousands. When you see all the destruction and misery the war has caused it really makes you wonder how the devil anyone would want to start one in the first place. Guess this one will be felt for a long time. I hope it’s the last one. Well, I want to dash Erv off a few lines so had better stop here kid. I sure love you and miss you and am praying to see you soon.
So long now.