Dearest Betty

Letter #33
November 27, 1950 (near Thanksgiving)
Hello, Sugar Pie,

Boy is our mail ever fouled up. I received two more letters from you today, the 1st & 9th. I already have 31st – 3rd, & 10th. Any way I enjoy each and every one of them. I have told you before but just in case, please tell both our mothers and also yourself no presents for Korea. The mails are too uncertain.

Today my jeep was the only one that would start, so I had to drive the captain & Major up on the plateau today. Such a road 8287 ft. up & I mean it goes up in 27 miles. Plenty of snow & cold as all Hell. 22 degrees below. Lots of beautiful mountain scenery. Lots of hydro-electric plants. Dead Gooks and destroyed towns. Sure will be nice to see a town that isn’t shot all to Hell. I mean whole towns with not a wall standing. No water, no lights. People salvaging little pieces of broken glass, scraps of cloth sifting dirt to get the rice and everything stinking cold and dirty.

Tomorrow we get Turkey. Cooks will be up all night cooking the birds & making the trimmings. Say, Sugar, you can do something for me. Have one of those Zippos repaired that we were always going to have done and send it to me with some flints. I lost mine and have one Hell of a time getting lights..

I get so God Damned mad reading some of those accounts of conditions in Korea. PX, Beer, fresh chow, all a lot of B.S. I was down to the Hospital yesterday to take Street & did get some fresh salad celery of all things. Street saw the dentist. Nothing wrong with him.

. Well, Sugar, I’ll close now. Every one has read their mail and are yapping so I can hardly think what to say. Of course I am writing so all of them are talking to me so best I stop now. With all my love to the best wife and sweetheart in the whole wide world

Your Bill