Dated Oct. 13, 1944; postmarked Oct. 17, 1944.
I am well, happy, and safe and I hope you all are the same.
I received a couple of packages the other day in which were contained a few boxes of cookies and jam and candy. I am still awaiting the birthday package you sent. I imagine it will be quite awhile before it arrives on account of the Christmas rush.
I also received a nice long letter from Dad and in it was Joe Acquista’s address. If I had known he was there, I think I would have seen him long ago. His outfit was bivouacked next to us a few times.
If my typewriter gets home at all it should be pretty soon because one of the fellows here sent home an accordion just before I sent the ‘writer and it arrived in Colorado about a month ago.
One of the Italians here is washing our clothes and I could write an essay on the art of ironing. The way they heat the iron is put hot charcoal in it. The iron is about 7 inches high and the bottom opens on a hinge. The charcoal is placed in the iron and the lid is closed. Then they start ironing and when the charcoal runs out, they refill. It is quite a contraption, but it works.
What this I hear about Vince transferring to another branch of the Navy? Why does he want to do a think like that?
I wanted that spaghetti you sent raw, with the tomato paste in cans. Every once in a while we feel like having a spaghetti dinner, which is why I asked for some.
That’s about all for now, so I’ll sign off. Lots of love & kisses to all.