World War II in the Words of My Uncle: 19 Jan 1944 "Uncle Takes Underwear Off in Belfast" (Post #24)

Northern Ireland

Jan 19, 1944

Dear Mother,
It's been a few days now since last I wrote so will first tell you about my jaw. I went back a few days ago and haven't been back since as everything seems to be coming okay now. Most all of the soreness has left. I was told today that when the gum was healed up or in about three weeks come back and see about a partial plate. You may realize some of the trouble I had when I tell you I lost plenty of weight, one stone two pounds. Ha ha now I bet you don't know how much I lost? Well here it is, in all I lost sixteen pounds as you see a stone is equal to fourteen pounds.
Gee, I went to Belfast, stayed at the Red Cross and did it seem good to sleep in a good cot with a mattress, pillow, and no fooling white sheets. I took off my heavy underwear just to slide down between those sheets and enjoy a real night's rest. Seems everything you do over here you compare it with home. You most always can tell when a fellow is thinking of home or his morale is a little low. We all seem to have those days at times.
The last real lot of mail I had was about Christmas. Yes, it was Christmas morning as I wrote you in one letter, so you see I'm lost for a few questions to answer.
Don't know if I told you that Helen sent me a nice Xmas card and also a short note.
I have a Portland paper to read when I get around to it, came a few days ago.
Clarence Hanscom has been sick for a few days with a cold. I'm going to see him when I can as he was asleep the night I dropped in.
You know. Mom, I sent a card to an old lady in Wisconsin and she sent me back a long letter. Gee, what a surprise and it seemed good as she told me all about the things back there. Said they had a little snow and far from being as cold as last year. Wrote she had thought of me many times.
Well, Mom, can't seem to think of much tonight so guess I'll call it all for now. Good night from the land of Star Dust. Do you know what Star Dust is (Rain) or sometime we call it Irish Sunshine. Good Night all,
Love
Charles