March 11, 1943
I received your letter today, (the one you wrote Tues.) and was very glad to hear from you. I'm
feeling fine and hoping you are the same.
Mom, I just came off K.P., I was on since 5:45 this morn. till now 8:30, and boy I never want to
see a pot or pan or dish again.
While I was working on K.P. I must have eaten about 2 pies and about 2 doz. bananas. Before we
K.P.s quit tonight, the cook told us to get some apples and oranges if we wanted them, well you
know me when it comes to something to eat ha, ha, well I have in my locker right now, 5 apples,
3 bananas, and I took 4 lemons for my cold, and if I thought that a pie wouldn't smash while being
carried, I guarantee you I would have taken one of them too.
Mom, did I tell you that I got a letter from Tony and Phil the other day, well I did and they
both gave me some good advice which I'll use, and mom they both say that they are feeling fine, so
mother as long as us three are O.K. don't worry about us, please mom, don't worry or get sick over
us being here, because mother we have to be here till the war is over but that isn't the point mom,
the point is, that as soon as the war is over, we'll all be home, and mother dear when we come home -
Tony - Phil - and I, we want to find you in good health mom, so we can make you the happiest
mother in the world, and mother, I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
Mother, there's just one more thing I want you to know, and mom, that is, I'm real sorry for all
the times I've ever made you mad or angry, mom I want you to forgive me for ever arguing with you,
and mother I'm real, real, sorry about all the times I argued with daddy too. So mother you tell
daddy that, and also tell him that when I come back, in fact when we all come back we'll make him
and you real proud of us sons, and don't think that we won't come home mom, because we will.
Well mom, it's almost time to get in bed mom, so I'll close now with a big good night kiss to you,
daddy, and the kids and may god bless you all.
I remain, mother dear,
Your loving Son, always