Aug. 23, 44
I rec'd your most welcome letter the other day and it certainly did me a lot of good. I'm in a hospital out in the country and it's just beautiful around here. We're out of reach of robot's (V1 rockets) fairly well and everything is peaceful. It's hard to imagine being back here sleeping in a bed and under a dry roof.
I suppose things are running along pretty much in the same old groove, they don't change much. Over here everybody's harping about seeing the end of the war, they've got a darn sight better pair of eyes than I. Although I don't give it more than two or three months. The news does sound pretty good.
I can't think of much to talk about, Give my best wishes to Uncle Will and Aunt Ruth I hope they're getting along alright. I often remember the hikes Will and I used to take. Ask him if he remembers the ride I gave him on the jeep over from Charlie's place. Before he crawled on he asked if I was sure it wouldn't fall apart. I suppose Fred often disturbs your peace with it in a mad race down the road. I know I certainly had a lot of fun ripping it around there.
I often dream of the day I can be back there with a big car out driving along with the dear ones. It's a good way to spend a lot of time you might be thinking about something else. Oh! By the way I'm getting along just fine I'll be out and around in a couple more weeks. This pen just went Haywire as you can see. It's just about time for lights out. I got eight letters today so I'll be busy writing for a couple days.
P.S. How's the old chev. Running Judge?
I got me another pen, borrowed rather, I found my pen in a Jerry fox hole. It's one of those Inkograph pens with a glass point and it just cracked up on me this evening. I hope you can make out my writing. It's just about as good as Jim's. Remember when Jim and I used to run those hills and go swimming and eat green apples some fun Huh.