November 26, 1942

Dear Wife-o-my-heart!

Today has been a very eventful day. Nothing has happened. It was supposed to be a holiday but everyone was wakened at 6 AM and they all rushed to get dressed and out to eat. However my 2 cadet pals and I did not feel like getting up so early and so we slept until 8:00 AM and then got up. Consequently we did not eat any breakfast, but the rest was worth it. We got up and went over to the day room and played pool for a while. I lost 80 cents while playing but a good time was had by all. We then came back and played black jack for the rest of the morning. We then went to our Thanksgiving dinner. Today was one time we did not have to carry our own mess kits as they had platters and a swell table set up for us. We started out with a fruit cup, sliced turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, creamed onions, squash, lettuce & tomato salad, dressing and stuffing, cranberry sauce, radishes, green onions, pickles, bread & butter, mince pie (I had 3 pieces), pumpkin pie, coffee, 1 apple, 1 orange, and ice cream. I had my ice cream in my 2nd fruit cup. How do you like that for a meal!!! When I got through I could hardly get up. It was really terrific.

After we carried ourselves back to the barracks we sat down and started the card game all over again. We played until almost 6:00 PM. When I took stock of my finances I found that I had come out of the battle with a surplus of 8 (eight) dollars for the day’s work. I don’t know why I am telling you this. I know you don’t approve but it’s here - so there! - ha!

I missed mail call this AM and my pal (one of them) tells me I had a letter. I will have to wait till tomorrow to get it.

Last night the 2 other cadets and myself did some washing in the latrine - we washed with ice cold water, hard common soap and a wire brush - so you can imagine what the results were.

I expect to get shipped out of here very soon - it’s just a hunch.

The peanuts are all gone - very good too (so the boys tell me). Closing with 978% of love from a dripping heart to a… (I was going to say drip)

Your loving hubby, Teddy

P.S. N.S.Y.


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