I'm purposely not including any details in this note, because they might be censorable.
I love you, darling--and I think I'll get home.
July 1, 1943
Dear General Eisenhower:
After talking with you in Algiers I went about a good deal among enlisted men in North Africa trying to find out, what I could about their interests and their morale and their diversions. Of course news from home comes first, and news of the world probably second, in keeping up morale, but their diversions are also important--and in this field it seemed to me that what was offered to them could be vastly improved. There is an occasional show given, but it's usually pretty brainless and incompetent. Now I know from experience that soldiers as well as other people like a little meaning mixed in with their entertainment, and I know too that the morale of an army is improved when the fighting man gets an occasional unobtrusive reminder of what he's fighting for. The theatre is the perfect medium for making such suggestions, and it's not being used that way. I've noticed that what the soldiers like best of all is a humorous play about their own lives and problems. When they get even a taste of that sort of thing they really respond. And so I want to make a brash suggestion. There are good playwrights around, some in the army, who could write short plays for the men, plays they could put on for themselves (and that's something they like to do, too) when they happen to have a little time on their hands. One such playwright is Sgt. Sidney Kingsley, playwright and director, author of Dead End, Men in White, and this year's prize winning The Patriots. 2 He'd be intensely interested in a job of that sort. He's now in the Provost Marshall's office, 1st Army