At any rate, with all that the SWPA is, we still have our hopes and our faiths and our sense of humor. I think I can be safe in saying that there isn’t a man among us who sometimes or another during the day doesn’t think of home or some loved one. I keep thinking how things will be when I get home again. — hoping they’ll be the same and knowing that they won’t. I’m sorry if my cynicism has annoyed you. It annoys me too, but there isn’t much I can do about that. Thanks for all your letters, Sil. How about hearing from you, Iz, occasionally. Kid brother Herm
December 4th, 1944
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