Sept. 20, 1944

Dear Sis─

I guess it’s high time I wrote again. I might say that you don’t have to worry about me for awhile yet because we aren’t in action right now. We’re way hell and gone in the rear. I don’t know what Hal is doing or how he is, we’ve never written each other since.

Once again, I find myself in a position where I seem to have forgotten what I was going to write again. It’s raining today, first time it has since the time we got soaking wet, from neck to toe, the day we pulled off the lines. It wasn’t so bad up there though, we used to stay in houses from which the paesanos had pulled out to get away from it all. They left a lot of onions and spuds, a few chickens, and enough beds to accommodate almost everybody. Before we were pulled off, we did see the Leaning Tower of Pisa from a slight distance. There are a lot of towns in Italy, but the leaning tower is difference, of course. We did pass another little common tower though, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t leaning too.

I hope I have timed this letter right so that it reaches you on your vacation.

It has started raining again, so I’ll quit before I get this all wet.


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