Camp White, Oregon
1 February 1943
Dear Aunty Clara:
I guess it will be wise for me to get into the habit of starting off the day with a short letter to you. This way if anything goes wrong during the day or if my evening is occupied, I will at least have written to you a little bit.
I had a horrible night. You can well imagine after spending the major part of the day in bed how well I slept at night. Another thing which prevented my having a perfect rest was that the comforter had crept down during the night and was half off or half on the bed. Of course during my sleep I did not know that that was the cause of my discomfiture. I knew it when I awoke; but by then it was too late to do anything about.
The eye seemed to be just as bad as ever at about three o'clock in the morning when I awoke for a brief spell; but upon arising at 6:00 it was a lot better than it had been at any preceding time in the last few days. I am having a bit of difficulty in seeing the letters as I type them down but that is probably due to the fact that the eye is not as yet accustomed to being used once again. It is no longer tearing and does not pain as it did before.
You should only know of the screwy dreams I have been having recently. Most always my dreams concern home and last night was a nightmare about home. It seems my Daddy rented out a haunted house with an entrance through a secret wall passage. He showed me how a person traveled through it and then I brought both you and Aunty Florence over to see it. One of the doors opened by a mathematical problem and I'll be darned if I didn't get stuck and thus ended our chances of getting in.
The other night I dreamed I came home on furlough and you couldn't stay home because you were on your way to Milwaukee.
Looks as if this one is really short.
So long,
/s/ Roman