Cpl Roman F. Klick 36620923
Co "A", 353rd Engr Regt
A.P.O. #502, c/o Postmaster
San Francisco, California
June 26, 1943

Dear Aunty Clara:

Those dear dear kind people who go around giving advice (the unwanted variety) are the greatest busybodies and budinskis in the world. Comes a letter (V-mail) from you this AM (Sunday) and in it I receive this joyful news, I quote (somebody told me it was foolish for me to write to you so often because you will get my mail all at one time". Then you say, and I quote again, (from now on I won't write every day but I will write three times a week". O gee, Aunty Clara, I hope by the time this letter reaches you that you will have changed those announced habits. Why that will be worse than awful. Here I have not had as long a period as four days go by without getting a letter from you and usually every day I got one. That means starting with this day and continuing for at least the next three weeks I will only hear from you now and then. Those darn people don't even know where I'm at or how good the mail delivery is yet they go ahead and give advice. For the love of Pete, it just riles me to think of it. If you could write ten times a day I would like it even if I didn't get them until a month later and then three hundred of them at once. As it is, however, the service is good and the one letter a day will probably arrive at the same speed here. Since the mail began coming regularly, the only discrepancy that I have noted is the letter of June 10th came the day after the one of June 11th. So please, if you haven't already begun to do so again, write to me every day that you possibly can. After all, without your letters I would be receiving none.

And then again, what kind of friends have you got anyway that tell you not to worry about me and then in the same breath say you won't hear from me in two months or more. Boy O Boy, they must be a load of cheerful earfuls. In neither letter did you mention the people that said these things so I don't know who I am raising cane with but if it is someone we think a lot of, I am surprised that they should have said such things and if it is someone we rather dislike anyhow, we could have expected something like that from them.

Now that that has been crossed off the agenda we may proceed to more pleasant topics such as Morton's baseball team which won the state championship. Little did I realize that the answer to my question as to further information about the progress of the contest would follow in the very next mail, I sure did get a kick out of reading the excerpts of your letter about how good Morton was to such people as Larry, Edie, and Robbin (they all graduated from Crane High School in Chicago) and to Jack Molyneaux who is always belittling Cicero and praising Norristown, Pa. I will have to drop Uncle Jack a letter and let him know about the victory. It is strange that the alumni of a high school should get such a big enjoyment in hearing news of the school. It is almost as if they were still students in the place actually participating in the activities. The high school kids must have gone wild just the way they carried on over the basketball triumphs.

By the way, the way you started off that letter about Morton with the Rah! Rah! Rah! etcetera I thought that you had finally received some sort of notification of my whereabouts from the government. It has been something of a serial story to read your letters day by day as you suspected of our departure, were finally certain of it, settled down for a period of one way letters and now I await your first return mail which will not be long now.

Solong,
/s/ Roman
Roman