Northern Ireland
Jan 15, 1944
Jan 15, 1944
Dear Mother,
Here it is five pass three in the morning so for a few lines. I almost always start my letters to you but, I mean it for them all as I know they will all hear what little news I can find to write about.
First a few words about my face and jaw. Tonight or should I say this morning I believe it feels the best since being pulled or rather dug out. Still whole side of my face sore as a boil. I went to the dentist yesterday and of course after he got done working around the thing seemed a little more sore. He put in a packing, said it would likely come out in a couple of days. Tonight it was part way out, seemed it hurt a little so I just pulled it all out, after I got some salt, heated some water and I know it makes it feel a lot better. I've let upon the aspirin, feeling very little pain so hoping for the best. I will say I've been lucky in not having to be out too much. Inside again tonight.
I got two letters from you. One V-mail yesterday and a regular today along with a Sunday paper. The V-letter was dated Nov 30 and you wanted me to compare with another regular letter you were sending at the same time. Well I guess the other one has come some time ago so I just can't remember. Sometimes V-mail does come fast but you never can tell. It's the same as you wrote about some of my letters. You remember the letter, it's the one when you told about all the things you had and not to worry. The other was that long one written Dec 24 or 25 and it was three or five in the morning. Gee what a long letter.
Gosh Mom the way you described the tree and your plants, makes me think of Helen, fire burning and you sitting on the couch. It makes me feel as though I was home. Now you don't have to say a thing about birch wood, leave it to you to burn and Dad to say, "Go easy on the wood. I had the box full." Ha ha.
It sure took the letter on the boat a long time to reach you. I thought it might have been lost or something else.
From you letter I'd like to know if I am an Uncle again by now. Hope everything will be well. As for little Pauline she takes the cake. {He is talking about my sister, Pauline, and becoming an uncle again was about my brother Leroy who was born January 1, 1944.} You can say what you want but Joe is one swell mail man. I'd like to know just what a mail man thinks when he carries all the mail, seeing things come and go, he must stop and think. Oh yes, don't forget Pauline's picture. Have her write on it.{This Pauline mentioned here and a paragraph below was Uncle Charlie's "girlfriend"}
Has Russell gone by now? Let me know all you can as someday I may be able to look him up. Must be hard just being married.
Mom, I don't understand Pauline giving you her picture. Seems to me she is working hard if you get what I mean. She's always writing about what she's doing or saving and at times gets a little bossy. I just had a letter and she's sick again. I just don't care to let myself go too far. Guess some think we're just about married. I told her to go out when she liked and have a good time so it's not my fault if she's not enjoying herself. I went out so why ask her to stay in.
So Dad gave you ten dollars for spitting at him. Didn't he also bite his tongue and stick his finger under your nose. Ha ha didn't that once make you mad then you'd laugh. {My grandparents were quite different. My grandfather was a very quiet man, while my grandmother spoke her mind and ruled the roost.}
Gee, we once had three bulbs in a hut but they said the wire was not heavy enough so we had to take out two. That sure makes it dim now. Then think about folks back home walking out on strides and finding all kinds of fault. Boy I'll sure be glad when this is over. When you tell some what you've been through they won't believe you, but I sure have plenty to tell someday. { Uncle Charlie won't be in battle for another five months. The training must have been an experience, but he has no idea what is ahead. He will be jumping out of a frying pan and right into the fire. God bless him and all the soldiers that lived through things we can't even imagine and so many died. When he came home he would rarely talk about the war.}
Well, will say cheerio and hope sister Helen is okay now. Love to Dad, Eugene, Helen, Joe, and you Mom dear.
Love, Your Son Charles
THE PUB IN IRELAND 1943
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