The following are excerpts from a letter to my Dad. They have been edited but not changed for spelling or grammatical errors. It is post marked NOV 16, 1952.
Out-going mail was free while our ship was in the combat zone.
For clarity, the following paragraph is edited and typed.
Well Dad - I'm coming home-not to Mishicot like it sounds but the Good old U.S.A., after 7 months of Korean duty. Coming back to America where you say what you please and go where you want. Where people are free to vote and are just plain old free. Where the sound of guns and the sight of blood are in the past, where you get hot dogs, hamburgers, banana splits and hot rods, where American women don't bend over and kiss your --- every time you look at them sideways, where they are independent (sometimes too much eh?) Where a ride in a car or train is in comfort not all over the road and damn, a thousand other things that I left behind May 20, 1952. Boy I tell you - after seeing the Far East, a guy starts to appreciate the freedoms we have in our country. I'll save my 1001 other thoughts for that 30 day leave coming just 58 1/2 days away.
By now and write soon
Dave