Northern Ireland
Sunday
Jan 30, 1944
Just must write tonight as I didn't find time last evening after doing up a little laundry. Ha ha but it sure looks sorry compared to yours. We have to dry everything inside as you never can tell when it may rain and also the air is too damp to dry anything outside. I have seen two or three good days but then the shadows are long and the sun stays out very little from morning until dark. It's a very short day.
My face feels good and health okay, no cold which is more than many of the fellows can say.
I saw Clarence couple of nights ago, said he had been up to my hut that morning he got back from the hospital but I wasn't around. He looks a little pale, also looks as if he might have lost some weight.
Remember Harold I once wrote about and now never say anything about him? Well he never came over with us. I don't know where he's at.
I have had three V-mail letters from you last week so now am looking for some long letters. I sure miss Margaret Linsmore the woman from the mill that wrote so much. She was always sending a box but some of the others have let down since she passed away. Her brother from the mill sent me a Christmas card and it sure made me think back.
Glad to hear you have plenty of fuel as you wrote about three cords of wood and the oil barrels full.
I haven't received the stamps or Eugene's letters yet but they may be here soon now.
As for George Fuller, Mom, I have little to say but you've been through it all. Put one and one together and make two, you know the answer. It seems a matter of time.
Talking about sending my pen and letting Joe look at it, does Joe ever ask anything about me or what's going on? You know how country folks are.
By what you you write Peachy will soon be on his way home. As for Jake I don't know see why his talk would put him in 4-F. (number given to those unfit to serve)
What did you mean Dad just had a cup of tea from now on. Dad's just had a spot of tay at half two and not two thirty. Ha ha get it?
Oh yes, you wrote about the long letter; well I'm still looking for it. Mom, you sure are faithful about writing. I still say it many times even now. There's one that'll never let me down.
You still can write a little smaller on your V-mail as they are very plain to read. Can you answer this, why is my V-letters different than yours. I bet you don't send me the right answer. Let me see I'll bet you a couple of shillings. Now tell me how much I'll owe you in case you win. (about 50 cents) You better know I might cheat you.
I had a long letter from Marian. It came in eight days. She wanted to know if I'd please try to write more as she has only received five letters from me. Wrote that you had only ten. Said this winter is nothing like last winter. When I was at Camp McCoy last winter the old folks said it was the worst winter in forty years or so. I will say we got plenty of snow. Haven't seen any to speak of this year, just a few spits. I must answer her letter today if I find time.
Gee, Mom, did you ever stop to think how much ice-cream I'm missing. Hope doing without don't make me dislike it or have to learn all over. When Helen and I would eat out I most always had apple pie and ice-cream. Things to-day give you a good chance to think of the pass or days gone by.
Well Mom, how is Dad? Tell him everything is okay and I'll do my best to get back. I sure miss him and the many times he'd help me on my car. News looks good Dad.
Say hello to Eugene, Helen, Joe. Lots of love to all from Ireland.
Love
Charles
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Names
*Clarence: Someone who lives in Gorham, Maine near him.
*Harold: Unknown
*Margaret Linsmore: woman from the mill is all I could find
*George C Fuller Birth Date: 7 Dec 1920-Death Date: 24 Mar 1994
Spouse: Edith A. Hatt
Marriage Date: 13 Apr 1942
Enlistment Date: 10 Aug 1942 Private
Release Date 2 Dec 1945 Corporal
*Peachy: Unknown
*Jake: Unknown
*Marian: friend from Camp McCoy. Spent a lot of time together when he was at Camp McCoy.
*Eugene: brother
*Helen: sister
*Joe: husband of Helen
*Helen he ate out with: was his old girlfriend
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