Letter 84 -  Letter from 'Bug' (George Martin), Edward's brother to home from where he was based in England

Hq & Hq Sq
ASC. USSTAF (Rear)
APO 633, c/o Postmaster,
New York, N.Y.

7 February 1945

Dear Mom and Dad, and all,

     I realize that these letters are becoming somewhat stereotyped in their beginning, which is usually a resume of the mail situation.  However, I assume that you are interested in what mail and packages get here and when, and the beginning of a letter is as good a place as anywhere else to give the facts.  Today I received a box of Fanny Farmer's mailed in your name Gerry, on Oct. 11, and a V-Mail from you, Mom, written on January 21, a few days ago.  I received Gerry's letter of Dec. 31, written on the Christmas gift stationery; it was very interesting.  Along with it were some Christmas cards, including one from the Rosses with one of Maime's funny notes appended to it.  Saturday I received a can full of gumdrop cookies and a date-nut cake from Art and Mary; unfortunately, the cake was a total loss, for around each nut was a ring of mould which, expanding, had ruined the entire cake; not a single bite could be salvaged.  The cookies, however, were delicious.
     Now I must take time out while I have some green tea which WAC Weber has just prepared for us, perhaps we'll have a bit of toast to go with it.
     You've probably noticed a little irregularity in the typing of this letter.  I assure you that it is due, not to my poor technique, but rather to the accursed machine I'm using, which has the annoying habit of jumping a space now and again.  However, except for that it's a fairly good machine, though eons old, and I really have no complaint, as decent typewriters are very difficult to come by over here, at least in this headquarters.
     Did I tell you before that I received a letter from Bob a few days ago?  It was written the day before Christmas, so I don't know yet where he is.  However, I thought it quite possible that he would have gone to Saipan, as I know [...censored...].  From your letter I gather that it must be, instead, Tinian, that he has gone to.  By the way, Weber's brother took part in the assualt which captured Saipan from the Japs and wrote a very interesting letter telling of some of his battle experiences.  Now that we have recovered a sizeable portion of the Phillipines, perhaps Thatch will move up there when large-scale air operations against Japan begin.  I doubt we will ever be able to operate against Japan on the scale that we have against Germany, but in any case, we'll need all the bases we can build in the Phillipines.
     I must see if I can get a copy of that "Atlantic" you spoke of, the one with the mention of Dr. Hopper in it.  One of the London newspapers has a collection of American magazines, so perhaps I can locate it there.  I feel rejected that no mention was made of his illustrious assistants.
     It has been a long time since I've heard anything about Uncle Charlie.  How is he getting along?  It seems to me that he must be well up in the eighties now; at any rate, he ought to be safe from the draft board for awhile.
     Faber's wedding was held last Sunday, and several of the fellows over here attended, including yours truly.  It was a nice affair.  We were served a very nice lunch--cold ham, chicken, vegetable salad, dessert.  We took up a collection in HQ, and presented the principals with about fifty dollars, or twelve pounds ten in what is more familiar currency.
     I don't particularly regret not having gone to France before, as conditions over there are not particularly good for doing the things that I would want to do over there. However, I haven't given up the idea, and fully expect to get over there in the not too distant future, probably sometime this spring when the weather has warmed up a good deal. You have probably read in the papers something of the fuel and food situation in France, so can see that it would be advisable to wait until things become somewhat improved. The fellows who have seen Paris are enthusiastic about it.
     In the nice office that we now occupy, flowers are not out of place, and Mac and Weber have been providing some, though why they pay the outrageous prices that are being asked for them is beyond me.  In a few weeks, when the weather begins to warm up, they'll be very cheap and you can get loads ot them for a few shillings.  Now, however, you have to mortgage the farm for just a few.  On my desk is a small bunch of lilies of the valley, while on the mantel of the sealed-up fireplace are a few crimson tulips, and atop a bookcase, a bunch of anemones.  They do make the place look nice.
     With that, I'll conclude the epistle for tonight and say, Goodnight.

                     Love, Bug