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I was so glad to hear from you, and to know where all your boys3 were.
I had often wondered where they were. It does seem as if you and Sidney4 were doing more than your share in
giving so many hostages to fortune. It's a queer world, isn't it, when
families are so broken up and scattered, and none of the young people are
really doing what they wanted to do and set out to do and were prepared to
do? I get so many letters from soldiers off in distant places. And they say
that they live from day to day and do the best they can, but underneath they
have just one desire: to get
back
come home and follow up the
profession they had chosen.
They, poor fellows, want to be doing something on their own, instead of tramping in the mud all day. Even the airmen, who get the most excitement out of the Service, get awfully impatient and want to get back to the life they meant to live. As one young soldier wrote me: "It seems hard luck for a bunch of boys who had very definite ambitions, to suddenly find that they have to make a world (out of mud and rain and bugs) before they have any world at all to live in."
Well, my dear, it seems foolish to be writing a letter about the war to an old friend. But isn't our personal life just submerged for the time being? So many of our friends and so many of our family are in the war, and all our old associates are so scattered that living has become largely a matter of suspense - - - and correspondence. I pray that you and Mr. Florance keep well, and I know you are good company for each other. It must seem strange, though, to be just the two of you in the pleasant house where so many boys used to be running in and out. In the last letter I had from you, you said that Beatrix5 was with her husband6 who is stationed somewhere on Staten Island7. Is she still there, I wonder? ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ I would love to see her some time.
My love to you, dear Trix, and may the New Year be kinder to us all than the last has been.
With happy memories Willa FROM CATHER 570 PARK AVE., NEW YORK CITY2 Mrs. S. R. Florance1, Red Cloud8, Nebraska. NEW YORK, N.Y.2 JAN 25 1944 3-PM