Dated Dec. 20, 1944; postmarked Dec. 22, 1944.
Dear Folks,
I am well, happy, and safe and I hope you all are the same.
I am happy to hear that you received my letter before you got the telegram. I consider it a very singular achievement.
I am still in the hospital, but I do not expect to remain here much longer.
The other day, I ran across a book on how to read blueprints, and since I’ve always wanted to be able to read a blueprint, I read the book. It was more or less of a schoolbook with drawings and problems, which I enjoyed. It gives me great satisfaction to be able to read a print and although I won’t say I can pick up any blueprint and read it, but I can make a good attempt at it.
I even took a hand at writing. Every once in awhile, I get in a mood in which I feel like writing a story, so I just sit down and write. After I finish, I read the story, then throw it away.
I received a couple of more packages recently, but of all the packages I received (about 17) since I’ve been in the hospital, I haven’t a got a thing left to eat. I gave most of it away to an Italian who works here because I had no place to keep it.
Love and kisses,
Frankie
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Well, Happy and Safe 