Wed. nite 6:30
Feb. 23, 1944
Dearest Mother,
Just a few lines letting you know that I'm feeling fine and hoping that you are the same.
I'm sorry that I couldn't write to you more often mother, since I've been here in Italy, but
mother since I've been here I've been kept pretty busy.
I don't know if you're surprised mother, but I'm writing you this letter in my foxhole on the
front.
It's not as bad as I thought it would be mother, so please don't worry about anything.
I'm in the best of health and hoping that all at home are the same.
I'll try to write as often as I can mother, so until I write again, I'll close with lots of love
to you mother dear, daddy and the kids.
P.S.
I haven't received your pkg. yet, but I hope it soon gets here, some candy again will sure taste
good.
Your loving Son,
"Jimmy"