Still no mail--it’s somewhere between Yokohama and Yong Dong-po, which is where I am at the present. It’s about three miles South of Seoul and I think we will stay or maybe move forward soon. The Chinese couldn’t push us out of Seoul and now have withdrawn way up North or maybe over to the Eastern front. I was out flying cover for a tank task force today and found a squad of gooks but that was all. Very few around or near us but it was a sweat for awhile.
Took my first shower in three weeks today. Kee-rist I was filthy. Same ol’ goddamn war except the last one was in Europe where there was women and liquor. Here there’s neither. The only people we see are refugees and sometimes we mistake them for gooks, and bon nuit--Sherman knew whereof he spoke.
As I said earlier--no mail as yet and I’m not even sure you’re still writing. I imagine so--hope so anyway. When I do get all my mail I should have a field day. Beaucoup letters.
We eat fairly good--it’s called class A rations and edible but nothing fancy. Sleeping in tents most of the time--nothing left of any houses in these Korean towns. Dust too, and thick.
Gee hon, wish I had a letter from you so I would know what to say other than about the war--maybe soon. How are you doing in school?
Okay, all for the nonce. How’s San Fran doing without John Joseph Anthony these days? And how is Virge getting along--
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