Sunday- 9/5/43

Dear Jane,

Thanks for the pipe cleaners- have enough for a while.

Received a couple of letters from you and one from Geo. Addressed to Norfolk. Imagine that errant box of candy is just melting in somebody else’s mouth, tho. (thanx anyway).

Am moving to a new address sometime this week. Not far away- about 40 miles over. To Ensenada, supposedly the world’s largest drydock.

The reason for the wording in the letter you didn’t understand sometime back was to stump the censor. Apparently the addressee was baffled too. (Roger Carpenter- Babcock and Wilcox – Bayonne)

Envy Tickie and Bill. Liberty hours here being without value might as well be in a similar spot however, - the main difference being a chance for a little excitement.

The weather here is too warm. And no change, or at best but a slight change in the Winter. Could hardly get word to that. Like the changing seasons in the States.

Might as well start turning the pages over again, since the censor doesn’t censor anymore from here.

Too bad Geo, has to change jobs at this late date and wish Germany’s crumbling but a matter of several months or so off.

The meals here are the same as the bases in the States- All-American.

Where is Kittle?

Understand Judy’s birthmark is almost gone, Sorry?

Lester is now I-A-H and is now worrying about the draft again. Page Maybe!

You might as well keep the Bank of Manhattan checks. Do not believe you can deposit them without and endorsement.

A Puerto Rican working in the office I’ve been stationed at moved into the barracks last night. It was merely a matter or changing into Navy clothes and sacrificing his normal sleeping quarters, liberty, ect. He will remain at the same desk, omit the “pleasures” of boot training and carry 20% [ ] in comparison (for foreign service) every other Friday or so to his bank around the corner, then take a five minute bus ride to his casa by the sea. What the Hell good is the U.S.O. to a guy like that?

-Chas