Namur, Belgium

January 17, 1946

Dear Mom,

There is not much to tell. The "orientation" yesterday consisted of a recital of things to do which I already had done. This took about five minutes. Now once more all I am doing is waiting. It will certainly be the end of next week before I leave here.

Since my arrival I have read five books, three mysteries, one western and one of short stories. However, I have been waiting to get what money I have left exchanged to Belgium currency. This is done now and perhaps I shall go into Namur or even back to Brussels for a day.

It seems rather odd to talk to officers who are just coming over here for the first time. They are so full of eagerness. I dare say it's a good thing for them. But it makes me feel suddenly very old.

I've been getting up for breakfast - rather an unusual event. In Paris where I was largely on my own at the end I seldom rose before 10 o'clock as the light was never good before then.

The days continue cold but clear.

Love,

Bob