2/12/44 V-Mail, Italy #75
Martha,
I spent the afternoon with Vulcanos. I am gradually realizing what big things all the little things in our life really mean to me. Mamma was fitting a dress on Luliano and the sight of the pins, unhemmed skirt, and the effort to stand in a normal way brought back a wave of memories starting with the time I saw fittings in Washington and [illegible] when I found skirts for you & Maggs.
I had a charcoal sketch made of me today and gave it to Vulcanos. You have never seen people so appreciative. I am “un amico de casa” which is a little closer than a relative. Darn it, it is taking out a lot of the hard steel that war puts into a man. I damn near bawl when I leave, for Rita, the 14 year old girl, always puts on my scarf, holds my coat, and turns up my collar if it is a cold night. Guess what other little girl that reminds me of!
Augusta is exactly like Chuck was at 12 and just as spoiled.
I’ll be damned. OM just phoned and I’m back on the Group Staff!!! It’s a prelude to a transfer. I’m apparently headed for a higher staff. It’s all very confusing.
I love you, Cy.