Aug 20, 1953
Vilseck [West Germany]
Dear Mom, Dad and all,
It been so long since I wrote that I suppose you think I am on my way home. Not quite. One of my buddies that gets out Oct 14 leaves the 29th of this month. I get out the 28th of Oct so I figure I will leave Sept. 12th. I should be out by the first of Oct.
Marylou and family must have had a bad trip. I would like to go to Kansas some day.
As far as I know now I will work at the same place. If I can get in the warehouse. I don't want my old job back. 
I haven't hardly turned my hand for a week. I tore the clutch out of my jeep and they sent it to Ord. for a new one. It should be back any day now.
I went swimming the other day and cut my big toe and hit my head on a log under water. I guess I had better stay in camp. I go to the shows quite a bit over here. I haven't seen a 3D movie yet. 
Has Jr. ever decided about buying a new Mercury yet? 
I guess I will have to sign off for now.*
P.S. can't think of much to write but can tell all about it when I get home
 This was his last letter home and so concludes this series, "Letters Home." There is an epilogue: a letter from the German girl he met in Germany arrived in 1955 at the address he gave her before he left. I have no idea whether she is still living and so I hesitate to publish it here. The gist of the letter was essentially "why don't you write me?" Her letter arrived a month before my parents got married in 1955.
 His oldest sister's husband had taken up a ministry in Kansas. He did in fact visit her. One of my first memories was a family trip to visit her and her family who had since moved from Kansas to Council Bluffs, Iowa. Thus, his long ago written words became a real life memory for me which I still carry in my head. And now I'm putting that memory back in words just to affirm that he kept that promise.
 He worked in Madison upon his return but took an apprenticeship as a printer in his hometown of Richland Center, Wisconsin. That led to another job as a journeyman printer in the town of Monroe, Wisconsin, where my brother and I were born. Shortly after I was born, he took a job at Madison Newspapers, Inc. and we moved to Middleton, Wisconsin, where I grew up.
 The "golden era" of 3D movies was 1952-55: link
 He eventually did buy a used 1952 Mercury: here he is behind the wheel in an undated photograph, probably taken in late 1954 or early 1955 by my grandfather:
* THE END