Letters

23 January 1943

Dearest,
I feel the need of writing you - if only to tell you I'm lonely. By the way, how do my letters strike you; are they too depressing or too monot- onous with details of Army life? A person can't understand another's loneliness unless he or she has a similar experience; but I presume that you feel much the same way as I. Went to Fort Worth over the weekend. Didn't have a whole lot of fun at that. Just fooled around at the Service Men's Center for the most part: listening to a so-so orchestra, reading, + eating sandwiches + drink- ing coffee. The last was the most fun. I'd waited a long time for that week-end pass, + now I don't care for another. The only kind of leave I want is one that'll let me come home. And that brings to mind that there are exactly 5 weeks of the cycle to go. Sometime following that I may be coming home. A lot of fellows wait for their shipping orders; a few are held over in camp indefinitely. I believe I'd turn down a corporal's rating to come home though; if by some chance they wanted to hold me over for cadre (assigned to the unit more or less permanently, usually as a non-com). One week of training in the cantonment area. Then 2 or 3 weeks in the field. We'll probably be in on the week-ends, + I'll do most of my writing then. I don't know the schedule very well, but I hear we spend one week each at each of the following places: Baker's Hollow, Dry Valley, + Hell's Bottom. Keep writing. Maybe a little more than usual. Got the sun-tan clothes. Gus sent me a box of candy + peanuts the other day. I wrote her not many days ago. Well, cheer up. I think things are looking up a bit on the war front. I'll be seeing you.
Love, Melvin