Don’t worry about the nurses. They’re officers! Remember?

Don't worry about the nurses.  They're officers!  Remember?

July 19 1944 pg 2 and envelope


Dear Mom,

Today wasn’t bad either – 5 letters and one package.  Four from you and one from Don.  Thanks for the crumbs, they taste swell.  Now with the prospect of more candy from Aunt Bah, I don’t know where I can put it all – in fact, better lay off until I can get around.

Saw “The Major and the Minor” last nite, for the third time.  It’s still good.  They pulled my bed around so I could see the screen without using a mirror.

A big proportion of the men here were hurt on obstacle courses.  Even though I was injured in a natural, not man-made obstacle, you can see that I’m not the only one doing that sort of thing.

The captain who comes around every day says my leg looks good.  I think I’m going to have more x-rays taken.  He is a swell guy and is the doctor who set my bone.  He knows his stuff.

Altho there’s plenty to do, I still spend time resting and concocting my idea of medical terms, which I hear occasionally around here.  Some examples are:






I’m spending most of my time answering letters.  I taped Dad’s and Paul’s pictures together, cutting off Gerald and Marc and and made a stand for it.

Just got your telegram.  It wasn’t necessary as letters can handle everything. I’ve already said I don’t need anything and have received most of the perishables already.  Don’t worry about the nurses.  They’re officers!  Remember?

That’s all now,



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