he officers of these two nations are the finest men I've ever known, There isn't going to be any such thing as “foreigners” for me after the war is won. Just because your pals speak another language shouldn't make any difference. The thing is to learn that language. I've gotten Italian pretty well. And I've picked up quite a lot of Polish and my French is improving a lot. It's better than 10 years of college. I know more French and Italian now than if I had studied 8 years in college and you want to be prepared for a lot of visitors after the war now because I've got a lot of pals coming to see me in Chicago. That's the best thing about this awfulness, the friends that you make, and when you are looking at death all the time you get to know your friends too. I don't know when I'll be back. Maybe for Christmas. Probably not. I can't get in the army or navy and they won't take me in the draft if I go home. One bum lamp and two shaky legs. So I might as well stay over here and play around the old conflict for a while.
Also Ma, I'm in love again. Now don't get the wind up and start worrying about me getting married for I'm not. As I told you once before, raise My fight hand and promise, so don't get up in the air and cable and write me. I'm not even going to get engaged. Loud Cheers. So don't write any “God Bless U, My Children”: Not for about 10 years. You're a dear old kid, and you're still my best girl. Kiss me. Very good. Now good?bye and God bless you and write me often… So long old dear. I love you.