Feb. 1944 Monday Evening 6:15 on my bunk in the barracks.
Dear Iz and Silvia,
I hope you can understand how happy I am to learn that everything is well. I guess we were all scared for a while. Thanks a hell of a lot for the cake. Naturally, since I was only your best man, I forgot about your anniversary. If I should ever get married (I say if, for my faith in the opposite sex has been shat- tered in the past year or so.) I hope I can achieve half the success that you have had. It is difficult to believe, as you so innocently stated, Silvia, that Iz could ever have been domesticated. I shall never forget the fun I had on your wedding day. Since I was the best man, it was my duty to act as guardian of the ring. Was it my fault that the chambermaid was so “cute”? When it was time for the ceremony to begin, I had a hell of a time trying to find her to get the ring. You see, I sort of let her wear it — for a slight remuner- ation. I’m still not sure whether it was Trochee or Max Factor — but, anyhow, it was red — and it wasn’t bad either. Oh, well, life is full of little success stories. Training the past week or so has been confined to a large number of the army’s “training films.” The purpose of these films, of course,
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