November 13, 1942

Dear Sis,

I got your package the other day but haven’t opened it yet as I thought I would keep it until Christmas. Thanks a lot anyway.

Say, if you see Irma, tell her I don’t think much of the town where she spent the summer. Did she like it? If Howard hadn’t been transferred, I might have been able to see him sometimes.

Saturday night.

Last night I was showing one of my buddies some pictures that were taken the last time I was home. When he saw your picture he asked if I had a picture of my other sister. I told him I didn’t have any other sister and he said “I thought you said your sister was twenty-seven years old.” He guessed you to be eighteen. He says “Your dad looks pretty young.” It was Wallace!

If we continue to be as busy as we have been I won’t have time to write many letters so you may have to exchange with the folks. I have received some Christmas cards already so guess I will start addressing mine pretty soon.

In one letter you mentioned that I had been in the service a year. I didn’t think about it until the next day. In some ways the time seems quite long. However, each day passes in a hurry. My work is different all the time so it doesn’t get monotonous as some jobs do.

Have you changed those glasses yet?

I can’t think of much to tell you. I can’t tell you about the weather here, whether or not I am getting liberty, where we are, etc.

I must go to chow now so will drop this in the mail-box. If you can call mom tell her you heard from me. I have about a dozen letters to write and will probably write a couple of them.

Love,

Lester