try sending us some decent mo- tion pictures. It’s bad enough to sit through the rain on a coconut log to see a lousy show, but they’re only lowering morale with the kind of trash they send us. Yeah, I know we’re not sup- posed to do our groping to those at home, but who the hell are we supposed to grip to — Major so- and-so and Colonel what’s his name? We’re only privates. May- be you ought to write a letter to McArthur or Roosevelt or An- thony Eden or somebody. May- be Mayor La Guardia could do something about the situation. Oh, well, the war will be over in five or ten years, and then we can old town these days? What I wouldn’t give to be standing on the corner of Seventh and Edgemont waiting for a bus home. That’ll be a great day. see burlesque at the ‘troc.’ How’s everything in the How’s my old flame doing? Funny, I thought I’d forget her when I went away. One evening with her these days would be worth an awful lot. Perhaps it’s better for me here. I know damn well, it’s better for me over here!! And so the time has come to say goodnight. I’ll be thinking of you often.
Till later,
August 3rd, 1943
Herm
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