France, August 24, 1944

I didn’t see my grandfather’s letters to my grandmother until the morning I was to fly back to Atlanta, GA. I quickly copied a few of them to bring back with me, but I don’t have many. Here is the first in the sequence of letters I was able to copy. I’m headed back to Dallas this weekend for a brief stay, and will hopefully be able to bring back more. The letter is difficult to read. I’ve typed it out below:

Dearest Virginia:

Honey I guess you had better send me some paper to write on as I’m nearly out and I don’t know how soon it will be before I can get some over here.  I’d like some more like this, at least no any longer than this for I can get it in my letter case without folding.

My tent is pitched under a large apple tree that’s just loaded with the greenest sourest apples I’ve ever tasted. Next to it is a large English walnut tree with more walnuts on it than I believe I’ve seen in my whole life, of course they’re green too. I have no desire to stay here until the fruit ripens but the abundant yield of these trees is certainly worth noting.

readers digest
I’ve ordered a copy of ‘Heyday of a Wizard’ and the Reader’s Digest magazine mentioned, thinking it would be interesting to read the article referenced.

I’m glad to hear that your table trick finally worked even if you weren’t in on it.  You had better go easy though for some mighty spooky things can be done with furniture.  I suggest that you read ‘Heyday of a Wizard‘ by Jean Burton. I read the short review which appeared in the July issue Reader’s Digest and thought at the time you would be glad to read it too for it names some mighty important people who have seen even stronger things hap end with furniture at the hands of the so called wizard. Daniel Home. You can now recommend it to the skeptics who have had a lot of fun teasing you about it.

Dag nap it. Honey it’s getting dark again. I only have about 30 minutes of day light of my own time. Naturally we don’t dare have lights in out tents and the places where we work are much too crowded by the men on duty at night to permit any letter writing there.  Those places are of course properly blacked out.  Maybe soon my shift will be cut down about four hours and then I’ll have more time to write.

I love you very, very, very much so do take good care of you for me.

With all my love,