Hi Pedue,
I just heard over the radio a while ago news from Guam. They said the battle is over on Okinawa, and I am so tickled to hear it. I don't think you should have to fight anymore for a while. Maybe you all will get a long rest period. I am just going to write this one page because I have a lot of clippings to send you. Dad left last night around 11:00 and was supposed to get in around 3:00 this morning. It is after 9, and he hasn't come yet. Dad's buddy just called me and said he saw him last night around midnight, and he had 3 flat tires. I'll bet he is mad.
This will be short because I didn't get to go get any air mail paper. Honey, I got a letter from you today, and you don't know how tickled I was to hear from you. We read the papers and listen to the news, so we are keeping up with what you are doing.
Please be careful for your old Mom.
Your letter was mailed the 4th of June, and I got it the 15th. I guess that is not so bad, but I used to get them in 8 or 9 days, though.
How is my boy doing today? Your dad and I set out about 100 tomato plants yesterday. After we got them out, it came a little storm, and then last night about 8 o'clock, it came another storm.
I have a pot of pinto beans on. Sure wish you were here to eat some.
Your brother sent Dad a pair of dress shoes for Father's Day. Sunday is Father's Day and also Betty's birthday. She will be 22.
Your dad says that after you all take Okinawa, it doesn't look like you ought to have to fight much more for a while. Maybe they will let you come home then.
I hope to get a letter from you today. It has been 2 weeks since I've heard from you.
We read today that the Japs are jumping off cliffs to kill themselves. I wish they all were killed so you could come home. The way the newspaper reads, the 6th Division is doing a lot of fighting. After this is over, you all ought to ask for a 30 day furlough just to get some rest.
Looks like we are going to have too much rain for our garden. It just won't stay dry enough to plant anything.
Hoping to hear from you soon.
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We just heard over the radio that the 6th Marine Division took the Naha air field and are cleaning it up. I knew you all would do it. I wish you wouldn't have to fight anymore for a while, but I guess you will have to fight for something else.
I got a pound of grease from Mr. Perry day before yesterday. It is bad. People can't get meat or lard to cook potatoes and beans with. Dad has tried for two days to buy a pound of lard, but he says he just can't find any. They got a barrel of loose lard up in Dawes yesterday, but they sold it out in two hours.
I will send the clippings from the newspaper tomorrow. After this old war is over, and you are back home, I hope you don't ever leave West Virginia again.
-------Another Sunday almost gone, and I am wondering what you are doing right now. Everyone was here today, except you. Roy, Betty and Jewell all went out on the nine bus tonight. It is so lonesome after they leave. Betty laid out in the sun and her back got burned.
Ruth and Helen have gone out, either to the show or just down to the drug store.
Your cousin, Dugie, has got his discharge and is just waiting for it so he can come home. He said he has over 100 points. I don't think the Marines gives points, do they? You will soon be over there one year, and I think that's long enough for a young boy to be on one of those islands.
Please write as soon as you can.
Dad didn't get to work last night or today. The air hose burst on his truck, and Red went fishing, so Dad was afraid to drive without brakes.
I fixed a good supper last night for Betty's birthday, and she really enjoyed it. I had 3 fryers and potato salad, macaroni salad, green beans, tomatoes, gravy and slaw, and a birthday cake.
Dad got a big payday yesterday. It was for 3 weeks, and he made a hundred and fifty-some dollars, but he just drew 123.00 because of taxes. My store bill was 28 dollars. I'll have to pay the rent which is 19 dollars.
I am sending you some more clippings from the paper.
How often do you get to shave?
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