Letters From Home

Chapter 3

Dear Dick,

I apologize for having waited so long to write you again. Things have been quite hectic here and it seems as if every day I, along with the rest of the girls, spend more and more time working in the office to get out work completed. We still do not receive much news here at home about the war. All we are told is that the invasion is going well and that if things continue in our favor that perhaps the war could be over before the year is out. I cannot help but think how lovely it would be if that turns out to be true.

Yesterday, I went to Philadelphia with a young woman I work with. We made it a "girl's day out" of sorts-had lunch at a café and saw a show that was playing. It was very nice.

Caught Lucky the other day trying to get at the scarf you sent me. Fortunately, I was able to intervene before any damage was done but it still earned him a swat with a newspaper.

Do write soon if you can and tell me how you are. As always, take care.

Yours Always,

DeEtta

Dear DeEtta,

Don't worry about not writing as frequently as you would have liked. It is always a welcome treat to hear from you but these last few weeks have been so busy I doubt I would have been able to spare more than a moment or two to read any letter that came my way.

I was glad to hear that you took the opportunity to go into the city-you should take time out to step back from things, even if just for a bit, and to allow yourself some time to regroup.

I have been promoted to the XO of 2nd Battalion, but if I had my choice, I would much rather be back in the field with Easy. Instead, I am presently stuck behind a desk where I spend hours wading through paperwork and writing after action reports. It doesn't have quite the same thrill as I am sure you can imagine.

I wish that I had something more to write, but unless you would be interested in hearing about supply issues and the three combat action reports that I have yet to finish, I had better end this letter now before I put you to sleep reading it. Miss you as usual.

Always,

Dick

Dear Dick,

I got a bit of a laugh while reading your last letter. I'll have you know that the very thought of you doing any kind of paperwork in an organized, let alone timely fashion, is greatly amusing to me. I remember from the times we would study together that you always did seem to view the typewriter as an object whose purpose was utterly foreign to you.

But, as much as you have my amusement, you also have my sympathy for I know how much you enjoy being out in the field with the men you lead. Don't worry, even though you may not work as closely with them any more, I am sure that none of them will forget you.

Nothing new to write about here. It has rained for the past six days and is finally tapering off to a fine mist today. Grey, grey, and more grey, that is what the world has begun. Can't wait to see some color, some life again.

I'll write again soon, take care of yourself, Dick.

Yours Always,

DeEtta

Dear DeEtta,

I am glad to hear that the very thought of me doing my administrative duties brings a smile to your face. I only wish that I were there to see it.

I may soon have a chance to be back in the field where I know I belong. There have been whispers floating about about moving 2nd Battalion to a new location to secure an area which I cannot name but is supposedly vital to our advancement. Although I do not relish the thought of losing any more men in battle, I will be glad to be back among my friends here.

Well, I will write again when I have news and will be sure to tell you if we do move out. Take care.

Always,

Dick