9/25/44 V-Mail, Corsica
Honey:
What a life. My tent blew down again last night. It happens so frequently we are very philosophic about it.
Last night was quite an affair. A nurse showed up looking for one of the officers we have known for some time. Talk about your triangles! The nurse & the officer are violently in love but keep it strictly platonic. The officer is a Catholic, married, and has a family—devoted to them. The officer wasn’t here, and although I had never met the girl before, she has heard so much about me that I ended up as big brother listening to a tale of woe. She’s a good kid, but not too smart.
This a.m. I bathed in a G.I. shower. Everything I have is clean. I even threw away my leaves which are corroded with age. I’ve been a major so long now no one will ever accuse me of being a new one.
I love you, kitten. Cy.