A Wealth of Thoughts

Monday, September 21, 1942

Yesterday I received a letter from Larry “Potatoe-head” Wade. Larry’s located in Belfast in the Permits Office. He’s got a damn nice set-up. We’ve been corresponding intermittently ever since we’ve been over here. Through our letters home we managed to get Millie Wade and Jane together. They seemed to like one another a great deal. I’m looking forward to the day when we can make it a foursome.

Wrote Andy yesterday. According to Mother’s letter he’s now working for Dad. Sure am glad to hear it because Andy always did want a white-collar job. Must mean quite a slash in his salary though.

Life moves monotonously and serenely on out here at Deer Park. A new system has been worked out on the guard details and we go post at different times each day.

What a wonderful opportunity for one to think. Those hours that one stands post offer wonderful opportunities for a person to think about the past and the future (such as it may be). What a wealth of thoughts during those hours on post. In those hours I’ve planned the home I’d like Jane and myself to have. Right to the smallest details (even to the type of door knocker). Rose thoughts of a successful business venture with Dad occupies many other hours. Most of it is day-dreaming but very enjoyable. Many of my thoughts are concentrated on my present problem of advancement in “this man’s Army.” 

The Russians still stand fast in Stalingrad. What a grand fight they are making.