|US Navy Fleet, Leyte, 1944. (Photo: WWII Archives)|
Dearest Sis May:
You haven't heard from me in the past because I am no longer in Guam. At this moment I am writing this breezy letter from the Hurricane deck on board this ship, on the high seas, and there is a wonderful breeze today.
Please forgive me if I fail to mention my whereabouts and such, but due to strict censorship, I can't tell much, except to say that I am fine, and miss you all very much.
I received your letter today which was a Godsend. Incidentally I'm not allowed to date this letter. I do not know where I'll be for Christmas and I certainly hope it won't be an unhappy one. However my thoughts will be constantly of you and please Dear, do pray for me as you have been doing. It helps. I so often wonder when I'll be heading home and it seems like years. I feel I'm getting older with time and I'm none too happy. I shall write as soon as I can.
Love, Your Loving Brother