Sunday P.M.
Dear Mom + Dad,
Your letter arrived today and so I’ll up and answer it. I can picture the tough time you’re having at home and I’m really sorry for it. I’m sorry too that I can’t be there and help but I have a job to do here.
I remembered this morning that today was Fathers Day. I had meant to send a greeting via telegram but it slipped my mind. I feel bad about it as I really wanted to at least extend my appreciation of what you have meant to me. Anyway Dad, heres to the best Dad a fellow could have.
I’m fairly certain now that I’m going to shipped to Indio, California right in the dessert. Of course it isn’t definite yet but as far as I can gather it is fairly certain. I’m supposed to leave for there next Saturday. However it still can be changed. It seems every move I make gets me further away from home. I imagine the next stop will probably be Australia.
I stayed home last night for the first Saturday night in a long time. I feel worse today than if I had gone out. This heat takes all your appetite away and you lose all ambition that you ever had. It gets around 105 in the shade all day long. You drink water and it never seems to quench your thirst. They tell me its hotter than it is here in Indio. I guess I’ll just have to take it and like it there is nothing I can do about it.
I have only one more day at the hospital and four more days at school. I’ll sure be glad when this grind will be over. It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.
If anything should happen to Nana I want to come home. I’m worrying through about getting money to make the trip. It cost $50 a round trip on a furlough rate from here. I imagine Calif. is about the same distance as you have to travel north to get there and a little west. If I can get the off I’ll call you and if I haven’t enough money maybe you can wire it down.
I guess that is about all for now.
Love to all
Bob
Bob
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