Sun. afternoon 1:50
July 11, 1943
Dearest Mother,
Just a few words to let you know that I'm feeling fine and I'm hoping that you are the same.
Mother, I'm writing this letter to you from the Service Club. My buddy and his cousin came over
to see a show that is supposed to start at 3:30. From what I hear, it's supposed to be pretty good.
I received the letter that comare Grace sent me from home. She said that you all were having a
good time and also that the kids were having a good time also.
Mother, it's been 2 whole wks. that I haven't heard from you. Don't you have time to write
mother, or are you sick or something. Mother if any thing's wrong please at least write me a card
or else have one of the kids write to me and let me know what's wrong.
Have you written to Tony or Phil or Joe within the last few wks. mom? Or didn't you write to any
of us.
Mother, we go out on the firing range again tomorrow. I don't know what we need to for, because
that's all we did on that wk's bivouac. But I guess they want us to get so used to firing our gun
that we'll be able to fire it in our sleep.
Well mother, not much more to say so I'll close with lots of love to you mother dear, daddy and
the kids. God bless you all.
Your loving Son,
"Jimmy"
P.S.
If you can, please write soon mother and let me know if there is any thing wrong.