Dolores' Poem
“Dear Jean and Jerry,
I’m off schedule again but Sundays seem to be the only day I can write without interruptions. It has rained here nearly every day since I’ve been back. Things are about the same- they are still rushing preparations but nothing is definite. All the Sergeants were issued seven jewel Elgins. I’m sending my other one home with a few other things and I’ll put the picture in the box so you can see them at home.
We had a company beer party last night and I have a raw throat from singing and shouting. Everyone let out their steam. I would have enjoyed being with you eating those steaks. I’ve been pretty idle since my leave but payday is tomorrow and I think I’ll have enough left to go out and buy a good steak again. Thanks for that Scotch- where are the other 9/10′s? Just kidding. I’ll drink it as an appetizer.
I have Cliff’s new address card and just finished writing to him. I guess you know his ring was a little large just as we expected but he thinks it’s swell. Milly also suggested one for Dad and I approve. If he reads this you better censor it so he doesn’t find out.
The rest of the poem
Dolores kept those pictures but she is going to send them. Here’s a clever poem she sent me. I think she is in St. Paul this weekend and we may possibly see each other sometime soon if I can rate a three day pass that I’m going to work on. It’s something to look forward to at least.
The news sounds O.K. from Europe- even the most pessimistic correspondents are stating that the German regime is cracking badly and they usually don’t make those rash statements without knowing something.
S’all for now and if I only write on Sundays bear with me as you understand it’s not intentional. How are you these days, Jeanie?
Brother, Beany”
