France
Dearest Honey,
Physical therapy is very pleasant. Yesterday and today I have gone down to building five, which is the physiotherapy ward. There they put my arm under a heater for 15 minutes, then a nurse massaged all my arms muscles very thoroughly. The first time I pulled a pulley or two to help straighten out my arm, but I didn’t do that this morning. I can almost get my arm out straight now, and with a couple more days down there it will be as good as new. The scar from the wound isn’t going to be very big, at all.
Yesterday I saw another movie—they are doing very well this week. You see, they give shows in the different wards and I just hound dog around until I find out where it is going to be, then go down to that ward. Saw Jack Oakie in “Bowery to Broadway” yesterday afternoon.
The only trouble with this life is that my eyes do get tired, and this forces me to the awful expedient of taking frequent naps during the day. At least, that is the excuse I use for them, and I’ll stick to it. I have an unusual capacity for sleep. I never seem to get quite caught up. It is very fine to be able to sleep all you want.
I mentioned once, I think, that I was reading St. Mark as literature, didn’t I? I have finished that now, thought it over and started in on St. John. Mark is an account of the healings and miracles of Jesus and of the parables he told. I like John much better, for Mark stressed the miracles more than anything, while John puts the whole thing on a spiritual plane—“God is a spirit—to be worshiped in spirit and in truth.” As always, I find the philosophy good, but much of the concomitant things unacceptable. Much time spent in saying Christ had truth or that he represented God, without elaborating on what that truth was, or who God was. Where they do elaborate, it is very real. Where they do not, it is mysticism and legend. Generally, I accept Christian philosophy but am skeptical of so much that goes with it that I don’t consider myself a Christian. There is much for even a rational man to study there, tho, so I continue on with St. John.
I love you, Honey, all the time and hope that you are as comfortable as I am. Are the allotments coming in O.K., and do you have any problems? I’d love to hear about them and share them with you. Gee, you’re nice, Hon—I feel so lucky to have you. Let me know if I can do anything for you.
All my love,
Wallace.
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