Dated Oct. 31, 1943; postmarked Nov. 4. His division is likely still based in Caserta, Italy.
I am well, happy and safe and I hope you all are the same.
I received four of your letters and one from Aunt Mary yesterday and before I go any further, I would feel a lot better if you wouldn’t worry about me so much.
I haven’t received any packages or letters from Mr. Morgan yet, but I am still waiting patiently.
I’m glad to hear you started paying for the house; now Rosemarie can cry all night.
By the sound of Bib’s letters, he is doing all right for himself in the economic and social worlds, isn’t he? I like to receive letters from Bib; tell him to keep writing.
Right now, I am parked under an olive tree full of olives, which are not edible right now. On my left is a fig tree full of green figs. A few miles to my rear is an orange grove full of ripe oranges. A little to my right are plenty of grapes, all dried up. All in all, this is a pretty nice place, not at all unlike the climate and environment of Mount Kisco.
Here come some more little Italian kids with their hands outstretched for candy and cigarettes. I swear I gave them more cigarettes since I’ve been here than I’ve smoked myself.
That’s about all, folks, so I’ll sign off now with…
Love and Kisses to all,