February 4, 1945 Sunday

Well my dear times are getting drab around here already.  Last night the Port side had the watch and naturally I drew a watch out in no man’s land.  The duty if four hours here and mine was from 12 until 4 in the morning.  The thermometer must have been near zero. I guess you know the weather here is about like that in Utah-snow and ice.  It helped some though because they issued us those fur lined pants and fur lined jackets.  I guess we looked like Arctic explorers or something, maybe Eskimos.  But boy that was better than freezing even with all that fur lined gear.  About three in the morning the cold started to seep in.  When I was relieved at 4 a.m. I was really eager to hit the sack and I got a couple of hours of sleep before they blew reveille for the day’s work.  As I said before, we have to put in a regular day every other Sunday.  I would much rather have gone to church and am kind of anxious to see what the church is like here.  Now the deal is that I have another 4 hour watch in the morning-from 4 till 8-two days in a row are enough to peeve anybody. 

                Now the big thing today is that I finally got some mail.  Boy that raises my morale 100% or more.  It was a letter you wrote 12 days ago.  It went to Jax and followed me from there.  Kinda old but refreshing to me when I haven’t read some for over a week.  Now you can send those snaps unless you already have.  It sounds like things are sailing along under an even keel with you and the kids there and also that the lessons stack up like always.  Give the kids the word for me will you, unless you already have.  Keep me posted on the progress of this “Lover Come Back to You” number.  

               Well this is it hon.  Eat, sleep, work on planes and stand guard duty-exciting isn’t it? I’ll try to find something more interesting to write about after while. Meanwhile a kiss and a prayer are yours.  Throw in my love too until I’m asleep.  Toodle-oo