Sunday, April 1, 1945
Dear Mom, Dad and Paulie,
Well as I live and breathe! Guess where I went this weekend, Dallas? Right! How did you guess?
Don and I went and had a very nice time. Our hitch-hiking luck was back to its normal goodness and we arrived fairly early. I called up that cadet nurse I met and got a date but when we arrived she couldn’t get a friend for Don, but we all went out together and had a swell time. Don more or less was the “chaperone” and I did the dating (paying is more like it) Just a movie and a sundae.
We went to see our friend who had just got his discharge on Thur. He was still in uniform but somehow or other he looked like a civilian again. Lucky guy!
My mail still “isn’t” except for an occasional one (2 to be exact) that were still mailed to my old “patient” address.
I think I’ll go to the mess-hall tonite and get something to eat. That’s a privilege reserved for cadre-men and CQ’s.