Sgt Roman F. Klick 36620923
HS 1393 Engr APO 709
c/o PM SF Cal
9 August 1944
I received your letter of August 2nd today. You poor people are really suffering from the heat back home. I seriously doubt whether our thermometer climbs up to such unbearable heat as 90 and 95. I know that down in New Cal I never did see it go into the 90s and it is cooler here in the shade than it was there.
So Mrs Vintera has to have fruit cluttering up her store, eh? I can well imagine that it does get things rather messy and I wouldn't care to have any part of that deal either. After all, didn't I get my full of the fruit business when I worked for the firm of Reuben, Reuben, Reuben and Reuben for one day? Right then and there I took a dislike to that kind of store and if I ever found myself working in that kind of business again, I would have to be out of my head.
I wrote no other letters last night and it appears that I will do the same thing this evening for there is another show. This one is with Kay Kyser and Joan Davis called "Around the World". I really shouldn't go to it but seeing as how I am CQ Friday when the next show comes around "Destination Tokyo" and as I have already seen the other movie to be shown this Sunday "China Girl", I will not be going to another movie until Tuesday of next week. That is, of course, if I stay away from the Seabees. They can come up with an excellent show something like Madame Curie or Up in Arms and I'll go to it regardless of how many letters I do write.
Another thing is that this weekly Sunday riding has become such an ingrained custom now that it is also hard to break away from. The fellows begin asking about this time of the week if I am going to get a truck or a car for Sunday and I end up by saying yes even though I figure I should forget the whole thing. This week, however, it is agreed upon that if a vehicle isn't available at seven o'clock in the morning when I go down for one, we just will call the whole thing off then and there instead of waiting around a full half day until one o'clock as was the case last Sunday when everyone finally went off by themselves.
Post war planning is still predominant in my mind and in what idle moments I have, I begin dreaming of life the way it will be in a few years from now when the world is working at peace again. For one thing, I decided that I will return immediately to Rathborne, in case I do not take advantage of the GI Bill of Rights allowing a person a full year of school fully paid for, and as I work at Rathborne, I'll be developing plans for the Roller Rink which I will open up as soon as possible. The grocery store will only enter the picture if it is impossible to open a rink up first. Then, when the thing is going well, I'm still going to try after the town library board or the position of librarian. When I have attained those ideals, I will have considered myself fortunate and will be content with what I have. I find that it is much easier to resign yourself to a small goal and be content with it than to reach for a star and be unhappy and uneasy because it can not be reached.
Do you think it would be a good idea to have Uncle Jack sort of scout around finding out how much a rink costs to build and operate? There could be a reasonable sort of ground work laid in these years before returning home so that when the time comes, everything would be sort of planned. For instance, a scout could find out why certain rinks are popular, what type of styles in floors, lounges and music skaters like. What do you think of this subject? A grocery business is practical and is hard work. A rink is something else again. It is recreation which can either be a tremendous success or a dismal failure. From all sources of money available at the present time including loans from the GI Bill of Rights and the mustering out pay, I believe I could have $6,000 to begin with a year and a half from now.
So-long, /s/ Roman Roman