3. 9/4/45 (Received 3 years later)
Please do not come to Germany. This is a God forsakken place and you will be killed if you do. Please don't come. I miss you lots but I will hopefully see you at christmas. Hitler is a downright dumb idiot and is trying to take over Germany for his own. I worry about you, Clemintine. Trust me my siblings are already enough. I don't need yours. You rememeber that boy I really liked. He hasn't been by lately to give Father any tellagrams and I am really sad about it. Now all I have to do is either play with Gretta or talk to our new Froaline, Maria. She's reletivly nice. So you aren't going to Americans? I am worried about you. I don't want you that far away. OH! I have to go. Father is near my room and if he finds me writing this I'm doomed. See you at christmas Clemintine. Fair well...