Sgt. Milford N. Barmore, now stationed in Africa while en route to an unannounced destination, stresses the importance of mail to the boys in the armed forces in a letter received this week by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Nolan Barmore, Coleman [Texas].
Sgt. Barmore, member of the AAF, writes as follows:
Somewhere in Africa
Feb. 28, 1944
Dear Mom and Dad:
Well, how are you making it by now? As for me I am still kicking, but a little lonesome and blue. But I guess everyone on this side of the pond is that way, so I guess I'm not by myself.
I am still in Africa. Don't know how long I will remain in the place where I am now.
The natives here are a sight to see. Some times I wish that I had brought my camera with me, so I could get some pictures of the different places I've been and will be so I could take them back to the States with me. The natives all dress in long robes and are all barefooted.
I will be glad to get to my destination. That is if I have one. Maybe I will have some mail. It has been so long since I have gotten a letter from anyone. It will really be good to hear how things are still going back there at home. But I guess it is all about the same. I used to think that it was pretty dull there around home. But, believe me, when you get over here where you can't drop in just anywhere and get a "coke" or some ice cream, you remember the good old place you call home.
I would be perfectly satisfied this morning if I was back there. Yes, I guess I would just lay around for awhile, just enjoying the pleasure of living. Then I would be content to get somewhere and settle down. That sounds funny, me wanting to settle down, doesn't it? But a little place to call my own is all I want when I return. I guess a lot of us boys will be changed when we get back. I know I will.
Well, I had better close for now. Be real good and keep things going back there, and we'll all be home soon I'm sure. It's just the backing that keeps things rolling over here. Write every chance you get. Because I will be longing for your good letters. Until then I remain,
Your loving son,
SOURCE: Photo copy of newspaper article, March 1944.