Los Angeles, California

September 5^th 1943

Dearest mother:

Received your letter yesterday, but as I was rather busy I couldn’t answer it until now. I was working on a truck until late last night. My right eye is almost closed up as I guess it got wind burns or something like that wrong with it. This certainly is a terrible mess Molly going away without saying anything. I guess you got my letter by now saying that they told me they were on their way to Grandma Chartier in So Stukley, Canada. Why they even got the foolish idea of going up there is beyond me. I wonder if they carried any identification to pass across the border. Of course they may have lied to me, but I doubt that they are on their way out here, and if they were it won’t do them any good as we won’t be here more than a couple more days. We were supposed to have gone to the base in San B. Friday but we had to stay here and show these new men how this place is run. From San B. I hear we’re supposed to leave about the middle of September from someplace which no one seems to know where. Did you have the police send out a search alarm for the girls or what? If I was there I’d sure give Molly a piece of my mind. It’s bad enough that Stan has to be in the army without her running away and upsetting the family peace. There is someone else I hold responsible for this incident and she will hear from me. I’m glad you still have the Chevy. Even if it does look shabby I don’t care, as I plan to get a better car but I want to save the Chevy for a reason of my own. You should get that attitude Molly is lost when she comes home. Try and talk with her and find out her reasons for doing such a thing. Well I’ll close as I can’t think of anything more to say. I still remember our code. I hope you hear from the girls as I’m awfully worried too.

Lovingly your son

Glenn

P.S.: Use that other address I gave you in the letter before this.