Dated Nov. 15, 1943; postmarked Nov. 22.
I am well, happy and safe and I hope you all are the same.
Just about everyone around here has received at least one package except me, so I guess I’ll have one within the next few days and I hope it has candy in it.
By the way, in the next package you send, enclose one good address book and a lot of pictures of everybody including, of course, one from Vince. I need the address book because I lost the one I had and in doing so, lost all communication with the outside world.
Say, do you know if anyone from Kisco in the army, navy or marines is on this side of the Mediterranean besides me? If there are, I might meet up with some of them if I knew where to look.
Furthermore, you never told me where my cousins live, but that could be because you haven’t received my letter yet.
Well, we threw together some spare parts, a little Yankee ingenuity the papers are always talking about, and a little labor — now we have a little radio to put us to sleep at night. The bloody thing plays good, too.
Well, to tell you the truth, I’m stuck for words, but I’ll ramble on until I get the rest of this page done anyway. I don’t like to receive a letter with a blank page tacked on, so I won’t write any blank pages myself.
Maybe I forgot to tell you, we have two white rabbits now, one big one and one small one. We have to keep them separated, though, or the big one, a ferocious female, will have a good meal for herself and we will be less one rabbit, identity as yet unknown. If we get any more animals, we will have to build a coop for them to transport them around.
That’s about all for now, so I’ll have to close. Give my love to all concerned and kiss Rosemarie for me a few dozen times.
Love & Kisses,
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