Sgt Roman F. Klick 36620923
HS 1393 Engr APO 709
c/o PM San Francisco, California
24 June 1944
Dear Aunty Clara,
Saturday
I don't know why I'm writing. I didn't get any mail from you today or from anyone for that matter. However, trusting confidently in the fact that it is the mail service that is at fault, I write anyhow. This morning has been very humdrum. Everyone prepared for an inspection by the Colonel and the old boy never did show up.
Jack took care of the mail today and was back with the whole shebang in a record time and shortly after ten o'clock the mail was all sorted out and I had the bad news that there was not a single one for me.
Not long after that, Captain Ladley had a message he wanted Major Shubat to receive immediately and I was dispatched in a jeep to the battalion project with the "Message to Shubat". You know, I would like very much to ride very slowly in a jeep from one end of this island to the other end of it. The place is rather pleasant when you get right down to it especially when the road you wish to travel occasionally skirts the shore. It is a much better view than anything one can have along our own Lake Shore Drive. Today I saw some native with sticks stuck thru their hair. You have seen the in pictures and so have I, but that is the first time I saw one in real life like that.
I'm very sleepy this afternoon. Incidentally, I'm the CQ today and had to eat an early chow and am up here in the office typing while most of the other fellows are down there getting their grub. It wasn't half bad for we had ice cold orange juice for a drink and an angel food cake with chocolate frosting for desert. This morning I had three hot-off-the-griddle hot cakes coated down with a real thick syrup. They were also good.
In my sleepy mood right now there isn't much else I can think of to say except that it is a nice clear day out today with occasional white clouds casting cooling shadows over the earth. It is a typical vacation day just made for picnics, a walk thru the lake front of Chicago and sitting out there on a bench to watch the lake waters, a day to sit on a shady porch overlooking a garden while reading a book and drinking lemonade. It is the kind of day which in the summer time says that the night will be just as nice. Did you ever have such a feeling during the daytime that it promises a pleasant weathered night?
Since I didn't get any letters today and since I've answered all my other letters, it seems to me that I can at last get my letter to Pat out for once and for all. Also, this evening, as I while away my hours at CQ, I may have an opportunity to cut down the number of Daily Newses which are still unread. And who knows but maybe Anthony Quinn and I will play a game of chess here in the office. We sure have been postponing that chess game long enough now. I wonder if I still know how.
Lewis and I are contemplating going to the midnight show this evening depending on how things go as far as getting permission and then to find out what they are playing.
The news over the radio is nothing different from what it was yesterday.
Between the last sentence and this one, three of us, Mathis, Grauel and I took a ride in Captain Cook's jeep to go down and get the water can filled up as is the custom twice daily.
So-long, /s/ Roman Roman