New post on my blog: another of the hundreds of letters my father wrote to my mother during WWII.
This is a composite of the letters written the day before and the day after Memorial Day, 1943.
Bronx, N.Y. to Spokane, Washington
Stellajoe darling —
…For some reason or other, I haven’t been able to look on the bright side of things. There’s so much complaining (bitching) among the fellows that I guess it’s catching. Though I sit by and don’t say anything, I hear complaints about the food, the quarters, the studies, the regulations, etc., etc… It makes it so much worse to add to it the petty, inconsequential, passing things that in the long run can’t hurt anybody.