February 21, 1945 Wednesday

Dear Skip,

                I haven’t got a letter for two or three days but I’m not really complaining because I’ve no squawks coming. It’s been awhile since I wrote.  I don’t understand you not getting word from Saturday until Thursday though-unless the mail got fouled up.

                I enjoyed reading about that dreaming you did.  Those, I imagine are quite on the pleasant side.  They’re quite a ways from reality though because it’s quite improbably for that dream to come true.

                You asked me what you’d do now days if you couldn’t dream.  If you mean daydream, that would be bad but if it’s at night, you’d just sleep. Sorry to say-that’s what I’ve been doing lately.  It seems like I hardly dream anymore.  When I hit the sack I just die until that bugle in the morning and they turn the lights on.

                I’m glad you can find a bit of relaxation in those concerts Skip.  But don’t fool yourself you’ll be bettered by it.  Say, that’s a bad deal to have the accidents in the gang.  I bet you make a fine nursemaid and here’s one swab-jockey you can repair if necessary.  I don’t envy your lad going to the Army though he’s got a heap-a-doings in store for him.  Say Skip, awhile back when you were taking pictures, some of your kids boyfriends were around.  Did any of their pictures turn out? If they did, send me over what? You already know that I forgot to send those pictures in my last letter.  It doesn’t bother much though because there’s only a couple.  There were more but they were of Jim and only one print so I’ll send them over to him.  I haven’t heard from Jim since we shipped here from Jax.  But, I’ve got about 3 letters from Bob.  Lately he’s in Amarillo, Texan taking exams, etc… He doesn’t know yet whether he’ll be a gunner, Cadet, or ground crew.  I hope for his sake he doesn’t draw gunner.  He’s pretty keen on Lois-do you know? The way he talks anyway.  I didn’t realize it had gone so far.  But, I’m in favor of it.  Lois is a swell girl.

                Last night I went to a basketball game at Brentwood High with Sue Russell-a girl from the branch here.  I believe I sad that two Army lads and I were over to her place Sunday after church.  If you don’t mind my saying so-she’s quite a girl.  Built like Lorela Sorenson but has the vitality and looks of Lucille Douglas.  The game sure took me back to the days of yore.  Well my dear-as you see-as ever.

Paul