This is one of two letter's Rose wrote to Clair, unopened "Return to Sender" arriving back in B.C. late July 1944. Rose would open the letter and read the second sentence of what she had written...

June 11, 1944

Dear Clair:

Finally and at last I'm finding time to drop you a few lines. How about a pat on the back, old casualty number one? How are you now? In the thick of things I imagine, I hope not. I told Dad his pen was no damn good for holding ink. We're going up to see him again today. He's a lot better now since they tapped his lungs, the doctor said he would be home soon.

Did you lose any more money on dog races? Tut! Tut! Be like me lose it on taxes, they clipped me for $37 in taxes. Ah well, if they gotta, I guess they gotta. We went to a dance with some friends last night, and boy did Ingabard and I have fun. We picked up two army guys (Strictly scruff, but the only things available, no airmen, and ditto for fleet) and laugh, I thought I`d die, and half the people wish we would have. What a jerk-water town, not water, and plenty of jerks, the disapproving glances we got, better we should have brought a bar of soap with us. The floor was very slippery, and some guy told me they used invisible ball bearings. I was stunned because that on top of brandy, and whiskey, hit me as very funny.

I got two airmail for you as I'm sending them in a parcel, I asked the guy at the post office how many he would give me, and he said five, cause that’s all the stamps I bought. So I said "Heck, I want them for my brother overseas" and he gave me 14, nice of him I must say. I've been collecting gum, and chocolate bars too, so you ought to get a fairly decent parcel sometime.

We haven't heard from Curt for ages so I guess he's out again. I didn't go to work on Friday night because my appendix were raising a rumpus, and that I cannot afford to happen, my paycheck is what keeps the house going round. Next Saturday I have a date with Pat, I hope. Very busy girl you have for a sister. God old dear, I haven't the vaguest idea when I'm getting married, or if. Think I`ll stay single and make them all happy, I`ll let you know the decision after next Thursday.

The kids were out and picked some of the loveliest strawberries this morning. Well I got to write a few more letters, and I get tired when I think of throwing manure around. A very monotonous job, and you know monotony and me, course I guess everything is that way nowadays. Till later, I bid you adieu, and for gosh sake take care of yourself as well as you can.

Love,Sis