1943.11.28

Nov. 28, 1943

Sun. 3:00 P.M.

Dear Folks:

There’s not much to say. We were supposed to leave here today but now we won’t go until tomorrow. I got a letter from Murell the other day. He informed me that the newest Bessey is named Steven Jay. I got your letter the other day with that picture of Dort. I thought for a minute it was a picture of some beautiful movie actress or something.

Say I’m glad you have your heating problem taken care of. I think my days of ease are about over with for a while.

Our mess hall burned down the other night so we had a little excitement.

Well how is Dad making out with his job? Have you sold any of the stuff off yet? I suppose Eddie and Pug are still working good.

I can’t think of much to say for now. They went and forwarded our mail to our new station, so I didn’t get any mail today.

Boy you should see the wonderful arguments we get into in our barracks. Every night we argue about different things. We argue about everything from soup to nuts.

Well the next letter you get from me will come from my next station.

So long,

Alva