"Some people here make you sick. They act like kids. Are drinking and making merry. N.Y.C. is full of paper (the streets). You boys are the ones to celebrate."
One of the very few letters I have from someone on this side of the Atlantic Ocean. A letter to Babe from his mother. It's very brief, as all V-mail letters are.
"I am back with my outfit now, so I will be able to send you the things I said I’d send. Naturally, I couldn’t send them from the hospital because I didn’t have them."
This letter is the first solid pronouncement that he's out of the hospital and back in service — which means he was hospitalized nearly four months.
We don't know when this letter was written, but it was postmarked mid-January and he's still in the hospital from his war wound. Not much else to add. It's a very short letter.