This is the fifty-eighth of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.


December 22, 1944

Winter wonderland

Merry Christmas! I got your cookies today and am the happiest man in the world. They’re better than remembered! Seriously, you and your mom should scrap all your plans and open a bakery. Even if you only sold this one cookie, you’d be raking in the dough. (No pun intended). Everyone’s got at least one talent, right? This is clearly yours. (Besides the other obvious ones of course…)

There’s nothing new to report. Being here has taken on a comfortable schedule. Reading that line it sounds strange to say. There is nothing natural about this set up, the result of nations throwing bodies at each other, but even in this madness we’re able to whittle out these routines that make the entire thing seem somehow normal. Humans, eh?

Thanks again for the treat and have a very merry Christmas. God willing I’ll be home for it next year.



Next letter – December 26, 1944