Sgt Roman F. Klick 36620923
HS 1393 Engr APO 75
c/p SF Cal
24 June 1945

Dear Aunty Clara,

I don't know exactly how to begin tonight's letter. I am completely upset about something I can't tell you right now. I'm almost crazy and I want to yell and scream and beat my arms against a solid wall until I'm too tired to move. I was working on some night work this evening and when I snapped I just made three consecutive mistakes on the work (and it has to be errorless) and had to quit then and there. Perhaps by writing to you I will calm down a bit. The origins of this emotional upset lay in an incident which occurred this morning when I came into the office to write those last night letters. I had come directly from chow and after washing my tray and my canteen cup, I laid them both on Marsh's desk, next to mine. But when I went to go away, I could only find the tray. The cup was gone. I had laid it down there within three feet of myself and absolutely no one approached near to where I was yet the cup had disappeared and to this time it is gone. Now this evening something else has disappeared of an immeasurable value and its loss has me frantic; for once again I was the only person to have it and see it last and it disappeared once again into thin air. The mystery of the cup had bothered me the day long but it was just a like a little worry in the back of my mind but when this occurred this evening it was too much and it looks as if someone is playing tricks on me or the ghost of the monastery is on the loose.

I'm mad too because I wanted to be all settled down and tell you all about my trip to Manila which I so hurriedly rushed thru in this morning's Saturday letters. And I also wanted to take time to answer your letters I received yesterday. And I wanted too, to answer two letters I received in today's mail from Jerry and from that St. Valentine's Church. But I just can't concentrate at all and I just want to get to bed as fast as I can and sleep away this terrible thing. It is incredible, ironic, tragic and whatever else you want to call it, what happened.

Please forgive me, Aunty Clara, but I'm quitting right here and now and hope I'll be able to think straight tomorrow.

/s/ Roman