France
Hello, dearest Marjorie,
It’s the same here as it was at Camp Wheeler’s hospital. They do not discharge a person until he is cured and in better condition than ever. I am cured, but still I stick around and no mention of leaving. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not agitating to leave this haven at all. Am perfectly content to let nature take its course. Actually tho, I am waiting to go—heard that Capt. Fairbairn is already back with the company and that they are doing O.K. on their latest job. Don’t want to miss too much, after all that 2nd platoon is mine and they shouldn’t forget all about me. As I see it, they have either forgotten I am in the hospital, or they consider my orientation lectures too essential to interrupt.
They tell me in the C. & R. dept. that the army is searching for clinical psychologists now. If I had been able to get a master’s degree I might have qualified for the job! Well, our chance will come sooner or later. The men of the C. & R. dept. are the most intelligent I have met in the army, particularly one sergeant from the Univ. of Cal. with whom I have a good talk most every day.
Went to church yesterday. The minister here is above average. The services are held in an interestingly designed building—the whole hall is shaped like a pointed arch—even thusly (!)-
The acoustics are terrible, but it is a pretty affair.
So much for now, Hon, I’ll write some more in a little.
I love you very much,
Wallace
P.S. You’d get a laugh from the number of letters I censor that are signed in this fashion:
Loads of love from your ever loving husbin to his itsy-bitsy toodles,
2nd Lt. Wallace A. Russell
Co C 56AIB APO 262
c/o P.M.N.Y.N.Y.
hugs & kisses
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