29 June 1946
I had so hoped that there would be some mail today, but none came in which means we will not have any mail now until Monday at the earliest. It would have been so much better to have heard from you but I’ll try not to become discouraged and hoping for mail on the 1st of July (Monday).
It is very late and I’m really quite weary to say the least so this letter will be very short. In that they don’t take mail out of here on Sundays, I will save this short note and mail with my letter of tomorrow evening. As usual, I called in the wards this morning and tried to do some studying. Immediately after the dinner hour, four of us decided to go to down to the Disposition Center to see if there was anything we could do to hurry up our orders, and above all, get things straightened out. It was suppertime by the time we got back here and from all indications, we accomplished very little but at least we tried. Another one of the men is going to go down there tomorrow and then we are all going to go down there again. The officer-in-charge got pretty sassy about the whole thing, you would have thought that we were asking him for $1,000.
By the time supper was over and I tried to clean up a bit it was time to go into town for the GI Gospel Hour (Youth for Christ). Chaplain Rendahl spoke this evening and it was all right. But I do think that it could have been better. I don’t mean it that critically for, after all, I know that I have enough weaknesses myself. On our way back we noted a big truck which had gone off the high road and into one of the rice paddies. Fortunately, no one was hurt but how, I don’t understand. The wrecker finally arrived and sought to get it out. Finally, we left and that made it quite late for us. Beloved, I will close now and try to write you a much better letter tomorrow evening. God bless you and the folks in all things. You id tow tweet and I do wuuve you more dan ever forever, so dare.
Forever just yours in Christ’s love,