A Brief Biography Paul wrote lots of letters home. The following is the last letter he wrote from Zamboangoa on Mindanao before being discharged: Aug. 6, 1945 Dearest Mom and Pap: well I may call this my last letter from over in this part of the world but I don't know for how long I'll have to wait for my trip home but I'm almost on my way. So you really don't have to answer this letter for once�not that you would anyway�but I'm thinking your letter would miss me and may have to follow me around. Anyway, I hope to see you at least within the next few weeks but don't look for me 'cause I may be delayed, and you needn't lay off work until you see the whites of my eyes. But it's the last wait that's so hard to take and I'm rarin' to be on my way. Right now I guess Danny is home on furlough but I'm sure to miss him. Did Mackie and Les go back yet? I hope not as I'm surely looking forward to seeing them. It's surely too bad about Blanche and Deemer wrecking their car�besides getting all banged up themselves. Hope they're feeling alright again. By the way, you can have my clothes all ready for me 'cause I think they'll still fit me. They were new when I left but they may be full of moth holes by now. Anyway, if they're alright you might at least get them aired out good because I want to crawl out of my hour in the bath tub to put them on�then watch my smoke. Oh my. For 40 months I have suffered and now for just a night of the wolf�you can warn all the beautiful young gals I'm like a young bull in early spring and I'm on the loose. Well anyway, I hope to be talking to you rather than writing in a very short time so I'll close by saying I hope this is my last letter. Loads of love, Paul.