Dearest Mother,
Just a few words to let you know that I'm feeling fine and hope that you are the same.
Well mother, I was out on the range Mon. and also today. I fired the B.A.R. and made expert in it.
Yesterday, we put on a problem and had air attacks. The airplane dropped little bags of flour
down on us. We dug fox holes before the attack and when we had the attack we got down in our
fox holes. We had a tank run over our foxhole while were in it just to get the idea of what it feels
like to have a tank go over us. The tank weighed 14 tons and before it went over any fox hole, the
hole was checked by officers to make sure that the hole was dug deep enough so that there wouldn't
be any chance of any of us getting hurt. The only thing that happened while the tank went over us
was that a little dirt fell down on us and a few small stones that's around the edge of the fox hole.
All it sounded like while I was in there was a street car going over a bridge while you're under it.
Well mother, not much more to say except that as yet I haven't heard from you for 3 wks. Mother,
if any thing is wrong please have one of the kids write to me and let me know what it is. Are you
sick mother, or is daddy or any of the kids sick that you can't write. Please let me know mother.
Well mom, I'll close with lots of love to you, daddy and the kids.
Your loving Son,
"Jimmy"
P.S.
Send me Phil's address and also Tony's. Tell Joe also to write, or doesn't he have time.
Please write soon.
