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Kenneth to Dad, 05/02/1945 

May 2, 1945 Philippines Islands

Dearest Dad and Home Folks

Formal arenít I? But you give your last lick on your most welcome letter that signature and it makes me feel swell. Because I mean a fellow really needs all the moral support he can get to keep from blowing his top.

We are up in the mountains now on the highest peak. I can see out pasting. And I mean it really get cols here at nights. Although this is supposed to be a summer resort.

I hear Wes is home, I mean in the States now. How is he? I have only heard from him once since he left but I guess he had enough troubles besides writing an old side kick. But I know he will come back to par when he gets settled again. Tell him to keep that old chin up and keep cookiní. Itís not so rough it couldnít be rougher. Heíll remember who used to use that phrase. Ha! Or, just tag along with the Ole Man and youíll go a long ways. The old platoon sort of look kind of out of place for old faces, seems there are so few left. Each way you turn itís a new face.

Tell Wes there is still the same old story going on about rotation, more rumor than truth.

Iíll sure look Lyle Johnson up because if Iím not mistaken I think Iím writing his sis at Lance Creek. Cpl Shane is one of the guys from Stuart, one of the brothers who used to work on Desiveís bailer in Atkinson. I knew him before we came to the Army.

Tell Wes his old 1st gunner Morrison went to the hospital with T.B. Rudy and Madden with pneumonia. Also I got a letter from ďBig HepĒ, heís really cutting a fat hog right in the rear. Plenty of good times.

I got some of Wesís packages that were bunged all to the Devil. They have moved so many times. The ones with candy or eatables were all spoiled and mashed. I opened them all and now that heís back in the states I donít believe heíll need the toilet articles. There was some pictures in one of them, Iíll send them. His stuff that was in his duffel bag has all been taken out and censored and his personal belongings weíve boxed up and sent back so that he should get it soon. His mail went to each of his hospital stations and he would be just transferred and instead of forwarding it to his next new address it would come back to M Company and have to start all over again. Our mail clerk would ask me every day if I heard from Slaymaker, as I have a hundred or more letters for him come back again.

I hope you can read this because I am laying in a jungle hammock writing this, not too stable. Try it some time. Itís raining out side. Weíre about 5,300 ft. above sea level now and clouds drifting all around us.

I got a Jap officerís battle flag a few days ago and is it a hum dinger, white silk with a big red rising sun on it. It has a lot of Jap writing all around the margin. Makes a nice souvenir. If I happen onto another, tell Wes Iíll get one for him. Right between the eyes, the Nip I mean. I have some shoulder patches and insignias and chop sticks and a fan or two and lots of Jap money.

Are we in ďGĒ class six bottles of American beer per man just came in and on the front line too. Can you picture that? Well just lay your good eye on Yours Truly, cause heís going to tap on a bottle now Yum Yum!!!

Back again and the short beer was swell, now I must finish before it gets dark because I have two long hours of guard to pull yet before morning. So it is be good and so long for now. Give my regards to all the home folks and I hope to be seeing them sometime I the future, soon I hope.


Your Other Son