April 23,1944

April 23, 1944

 Dear Mother and all.

          Guess it’s about time I was slinging some ink your way. I have been laying around taking it easy today. It has sure been a pretty day today. I was just telling Rosalie in a letter that it would be a swell day for a picnic hear. I heard from Rosalie today. It took her letter three weeks to get to me, but oh it was worth it. I got a letter from Mrs. Whitaker yes – today and one from Kenneth the day before and was tickled to get them all. Since I have been up here in this pretty country I have been doing a lot of thinking. I’ve got a problem. I can’t decide whether Rosalie and I will take up farming or ranching after the war – “or whether we will just settle down and raise kids, ha.” She likes ranching and I like farming. Dad do you think we could combined the two and do any good? Rosalie tells me that a little Ryan girl was run over and killed as she got off the bus from Duncan the other day. Mr. Barlow was driving the bus and sure took it hard.

            I’ve got to write Norman and Hazel today and maybe one or two more. Writing letters is a good pastime in your spare time and haven’t anything else to do since passes haven’t been issued yet. I saw a good show the other night – “Sahara.” It was real good. We are able to see two shows a week here.

            Good old pay day has nearly rolled around again. This month has sure passed quick it seems like. I’d like to know if you got the allotment for last month. Our battery clerks told me it was sent to you, so guess you did. There will be thirty dollars extra either in this month’s allotment or sent separate I don’t know which. I thought I would send it early so it would be there in time for your birthday Dad. Get yourself a new suit of clothes Dad or take Mama and the girls out for a good time. Hell I haven’t any more use for money over here than six legs. Just think I draw right on to 20 pounds now $80 and about five or ten is all I need to gamble with. It sounds funny when you are playing poker and someone bets ten shillings and you raise him a pound, ha. We have the damnedest time with this limie money. I’ve got to study up on it before I go to town or I’m afraid these English will rob me when I buy something.

            Kenneth is still in Fort Bliss at El Paso. He’ll be coming over before long, so he had better take advantage of his nearness to home.

            How is everything at home? I guess you get tired of me writing the same things all the time, but I can’t help it if I’m going to write often.

            Some of the boys found a bee tree last night and decided they wanted some and didn’t know a bee from a blow fly. I sure laughed at those birds, ha, they got the tree cut down, the bees stung hell out of them and they didn’t get any honey. They are all going around with eyes swollen shut and sore places.

 Guess I’ll sign off for now.

 Love to all

Your son,
Max