Somewhere in France
[V-Mail]
Dearest Marjorie,
Merry, Merry Christmas! It is a fine clear crisp day here,
and relatively quiet. Our outfit has been committed now, you know, for some
time and consequently I haven’t had time to write. You needn’t have any goose
pimples over me tho, it’s a gentleman’s war in this sector; and tho I’ve had a
few thrills nothing has really had me worried. Soon we may be relieved and get
to a place where I can write you a nice newsy letter. That’s what I want—until
then, thanks a thousand times for your Xmas packge. It hit exactly the right
places—that hood I wear 24 hours a day and do not plan to remove it until
spring! Your letters come thru in fine style and are appreciated more than you
can imagine. My platoon is the best one in the world, and we operate better
than I had dared hope. We have been fantastically lucky so far and plan to
continue in the same fashion. I’ll write more if I can today.
Always all my love,
Wallace.
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